A/N Hi, guys! I know, I know. I suck at updating but here's some good news: This chapter is long :D I hope all of you like it and please review, favorite and follow! I really appreciate the reviews, follows and favorites so THANKS!
DISCLAIMER: Dreaming would not help in this situation... (Thank you Fantine for being a role model for me and showing me that dreaming isn't going to help me own Les Mis)
Cosette's POV
I opened my closet and smiled at the sight of the huge piles of presents on the bottom shelf. Eponine's birthday was supposed to be on the 2nd of October but since today was the 2nd of November, we decided to celebrate it because we didn't celebrate it on her real birthday. It was a surprise and so were the gifts. I arranged a table for 15 at my dad's cafe, in other words, the Cafe Musain. Eponine was taking a shower so I had the chance to check that the gifts were still there. All of them were from Les Amis but one seemed to be missing. I squinted, checking the name tags on each present. Grantaire's, Marius and mine, 'Chetta and Joly's, Bossuet's, Bahorel's, Feuilly's, Jehan's, Courf and 'Zelma's, 'Ferre's and...Enjolras' was missing! But where did his go? I dug deep into the pile and searched but I didn't find his present. I frowned. What is he up to this time? I gave up and assumed that he probably had it with himself. Just as I closed the door of my closet, Eponine came out of the bathroom. I was already dressed up, ready for school and was waiting for Eponine to finish taking a shower. "Happy birthday, Eppy!" I screamed, running to hug her. She laughed and hugged me back. "It's not my birthday! What's gotten into you?" She asked, pulling away from the hug. I remembered that we were planing a surprise after-birthday party in the evening. I chuckled. "Silly me! It's November the 2nd, not October. I just get lost in dates, that's all. Sorry about that." I said.
"That's alright, really. So should we go?" She asked, walking towards the door. I nodded and followed her. We headed off to school and parted ways to go to our lockers. Marius crept up behind me. "Is our present still there?" He asked. I nodded. "But I almost spilled it about the surprise party. Almost." I said as he nodded and hugged me. "See ya later." He said and walked away.
Eponine's POV
I opened the door to my messy old locker that hasn't ever been cleaned and put my backpack in. As I started putting stuff in my locker, someone tapped my shoulder. I turned around to see the new American exchange student, I don't know his name. He seemed sweet and nice but I never actually talked to him before. Honestly, he looked like Zac Efron. "Hi. Are you Eponine?" He asked.
"Yes, I am." I answered politely. He smiled and held out a hand. "Michael Johnson, exchange student from America." He said, shaking hands with me. "It sounded like you were an agent introducing yourself to me." I couldn't help but comment, laughing. He laughed, too. "Um...I'm Eponine Thenardier." I said. He nodded and held out what looked like a box of chocolate. "It's for you, Mademoiselle. I know my French pronunciation is bad but I just have to adjust to it anyway." He said as I chuckled. "What is it for? It's not Valentine's Day, obviously, unless it's going to be a November Valentine's Day." I said and he laughed. "You have a good sense of humor there." He said.
"Oh, it's nothing, really. So what is the chocolate for?" I asked. He blushed. "Your birthday." I raised an eyebrow. It's been two people talking about my birthday being today when it actually wasn't. It was the 2nd, yes, but it was last month in October. I scratched my head. "It's not my birthday today." I said, more confused than ever. He cocked his head to one side. "It isn't? Then-" He stopped and apologized. "Well, then, I'm still going to give this to you. It's straight from Belgium." He said, smiled and walked away. Did I just hear Belgium? He bought it from Belgium? But I thought Enjolras was the one who was supposed to give it to me, not Michael! I stared at the box in my hands absently and read the name over and over again. Leonidas. Fresh Belgian Chocolates. Milk Chocolate. I sighed and put the box in my backpack just as Enjolras walked casually to his locker and there was a little...sass in his walk. Maybe a lot of sass but still... It was quite unusual for him, especially knowing him for ages already. "Hi, Ep." He said, opening his locker. "Hi." I gulped behind the door of my locker. Don't ask about the fucking chocolate. PLEASE! "Did you do your History homework? I think it was on page 130 or something. It's due today, you know." He said. I let out a sigh of relief and closed my locker. "Yeah, I finished it. By the way...um...You were..." I started but didn't quite know if I should say that he had a lot of sass...But it was really sexy, I must say. "Yes?"
"Never mind. Are you free tonight? Maybe you could help me with Math homework." I said, shrugging the statement off. He nodded. "Oh, you guys could just add the bed, subtract the clothes, divide the legs and hope you don't multiply." A voice which I recognized as Bahorel's said. His locker was on the other side of mine. "Eww! That's disgusting! How did you even think of that?!" I screamed. He laughed. "Just a little something I got from Facebook." He replied, still laughing. I turned back to Enjolras. He rolled his eyes and whispered, "That's his normal attitude. Maybe you've never seen him like this but sometimes, he can be even more perverted than Courf." I laughed. "Anyway, I'd love to help but we can't do it at my room and I'm pretty sure you wouldn't want me in yours." He said as my laughed died down. I nodded understandingly. "Alright. I'll do it myself, then." I said, closing my locker door and walked away. He grabbed my arm. I stared down at the sight and cracked a smile."You know what? Never mind." He said, letting go after a very long pause, his hand on my arm. I suddenly got anxious. "What did you want to tell me?" I asked.
"Nothing. I forgot what I was about to say. À plus tard!" He said and walked past me. I walked in front of him and stopped him. "Yes?" He asked.
"Tell me what you wanted to say. I just hate it when people say, 'Hey, I want to tell you something' then they're like, 'Oh, never mind'. I don't get why people forget so quickly." I said. He came closer and whispered, "Just meet me at Cafe Musain this evening at 5 o'clock and I'll see what I can help you with." Then he was out of sight. My gaze followed the direction he went and I stood in the middle of the hallways, dumbfounded and confused. "See you later, Pony." Bahorel said, walking to the same direction as Enjolras. Meet him at Cafe Musain? What did he want? I shrugged to myself and walked to my first period of the day, English. As I entered the room, our teacher, Madame Caroline, wasn't there yet probably because the bell didn't ring. The only person that I was actually close to in my English class was Grantaire. He was actually seated next to me and it was a permanent seating arrangement so I was lucky enough. I put my stuff down on my table and sat down in my seat. Grantaire was already there, talking to Valerie, one of Courf's exes. When Grantaire saw me coming in, he went back to his seat and waved. "Hi, Pony." He said. I smiled. "Hi, R." He seemed tense for some reason and he looked like he was hiding something. "Hey, can you keep a secret?" He asked, leaning in closer. I nodded. "Of course. Everything will be safe with me." I said. He nodded and gulped clearly enough that I saw him gulp. Something must be going on. "I...I'm jealous. Of you. You two seem so close to each other and-"
"Who the hell are you talking about?"
"You and your best friend." I assumed he meant Cosette and that he didn't want her to be with Marius so I just listened without uttering another word. "Yeah and I think I have a crush...on your best friend." He continued, looking somewhat worried and sad. If he really does like Cosette then why didn't he tell her before? "Why don't you tell her?" I asked. His head shot up. "No, Ep. I don't mean Cosette. I mean your other best friend."
"Musichetta?" Then I paused. It couldn't possibly be Enjolras because he's a guy and so is Grantaire. It can't be. "No. Come one, Ep. You know better than that. I'm not stealing the girls from Marius and Joly. It's preposterous." He said.
"I'm sorry but I really don't know. I only have two girls as best friends apart from Azelma, which I won't consider as best friend but you might. I don't know."
"Eponine, common sense. Cosette has Marius, Musichetta has Joly, Azelma has Courfeyrac but there's one more person out of your best friends you didn't mention." He said, ever so solemn. I forced myself to think that it was Enjolras he was referring to and once I started thinking that way, I couldn't seem to get it out of my head. Once a thought gets in my head, it stays and is most likely never to come out. "The blonde revolutionary red-jacket leader of Les Amis de l'ABC or marble-"
"Alright, class. Sorry for the delay. I had a meeting that ran late. Anyway, get out your homework please." Madame Caroline said while walking into the class with a coffee cup in hand. The whole period was pretty boring but then there was a 30-minute gap of time when she let us work on our short stories that we were doing in class. I took advantage of the time to talk to Grantaire. "So was I right?" I asked, shifting a little closer to him. He turned around to face me. "About what?" He asked.
"Is it the blonde revolutionary red-jacket marble-man leader of Les Amis de l'ABC?" I asked.
"Please don't tell anyone about this, okay? People will think of me differently after they find out and I might as well be undesirable." He said as if he was almost crying. I started rubbing his back awkwardly. "I'm sure that Les Amis wouldn't think of you any differently than before...even if they know." I said, obviously not knowing if it was true. I just wanted to make him feel better about himself being gay. Hold the phone. Grantaire...is...gay. Grantaire is actually gay. I was in a state of shock but I couldn't quite show it. Then he just enveloped me into a hug. I stiffened up because Madame Caroline's desk was just next to me and she could've been sitting there but when I looked back, she wasn't there and I realized that the class wasn't so quiet anymore. I slowly hugged Grantaire back and patted his back softly. He seemed like he was ashamed of himself and the next question popped into my mind. What will Enjolras do if he found out? "It's okay, R. Just don't think about it. It's nothing to be ashamed of and I'm sure you know that. You are a good person inside and out and don't think I'm lying because I'm not. All people are different so just be who you are and don't let people judge you or stand in your way. Stand up for yourself. I know you can do it." I said a little uncomfortably but I tried to sound convincing. He smiled against my shoulder and pulled away. "Thanks, Pony." He said. I smiled and put a hand on his shoulder. "That's what friends do." I said and released my grip on his shoulder and went back to working.
Enjolras' POV
Lunch was not too bad. That is, until I saw Eponine chatting so fucking preciously with a new American exchange student. She was in a completely different universe when she was talking to him and she was blushing crazy every time he said something that made both of them laugh. I wanted to punch his face, honestly, but I couldn't. I started spying on them without even realizing it. She was holding a plate of rice and an omelet and he was empty-handed. Suddenly, he reached into his satchel and retrieved a little box wrapped in hearts and it was pink. I smiled for a minute because Eponine hates pink but my smile slowly faded when she looked pretty excited and she grabbed the box anxiously. The box was not small, I tell you. It was as big as a laptop. Eponine unwrapped the box and pulled out something that looked an awful lot like a laptop. A Mac book Pro with a red cover. "But...But I...I- No...I...but..." I stammered. I felt Les Amis' eyes on me. "Hey, Enj. Are you okay? You don't normally stammer." 'Ferre said, putting a hand on my shoulder. "He doesn't ever stammer, Combeferre." Jehan said.
"If there's anything wrong, you can tell us." Courfeyrac said. I ignored everybody at the table until Marius came up in front of me and shook me hard. "Are you alright, Enjolras?" He asked. I shook my head, my eyes still staring at Eponine and that particular guy. She was...hugging him! Tears were stinging in my eyes and before I knew it, Eponine was heading towards the 'Les Amis' table. "Marius. Hide me, please." I pleaded since Marius was still in front of me, trying super hard to figure out what was wrong with me. He stood up and covered me fully, allowing me to run off as quickly as possible without anyone even knowing. I hid behind the cafeteria door and watched the reaction of Les Amis. They didn't seem too impressed except Cosette. She was very excited about it but I could see that she was acting it all out. I ran up as quickly as I could to my room and shut the door. I didn't even bother to turn the lights on. I sat on the couch and turned on the TV. Some kind of old channel was on and 'She's so lovely' was playing. It was about a guy who married a woman and she was struggling with drugs and alcohol. The man fled away from home and when he came back, he found that his wife became clean and she was not a drug-addict anymore. To top it off, she married another man. It was like women-stealing of some sort. It reminded me of the situation with Eponine and that dude. I shook the thought away as someone knocked on the door. I stood up and stretched before going to open the door. 'Ferre was standing outside, holding his present for Eponine. Oh, right! How could I forget?! Today was Eponine's birthday celebration but it wasn't her real birthday, just an after birthday celebration. "Cosette couldn't find yours." 'Ferre said, coming into the room. I didn't reply and looked at the clock. 3:30. That was when I realized how many hours I had been sitting in front of the TV, watching movies and ditching class. "So where is it? I thought you said you'll leave it with Cosette." 'Ferre said once more. I sighed. "I don't want to give it to her anymore." I said, sitting back down on the couch. 'Ferre joined me. "Why not?" He asked.
"Because...I just don't feel like she's going to like it very much."
"What did you get her?"
"Something she told me she has always wanted." I replied. 'Ferre shot me a dirty look. "If she said she always wanted whatever you bought for her, why wouldn't she like it? I mean, usually, when people want something they like it. They have to like it to want it." He said in a 'Logic, Enjolras' tone. He's got a point, there. I shrugged. "I don't know. That American guy already gave her what I wanted to so maybe she already started having a crush on him. You know how she is. She falls for people easily." I said.
"I didn't know she falls for people easily." 'Ferre said. I rolled my eyes. "So what do I do?" I asked. He shrugged. "Find something else to give her. Something so unique, only you can give to her. Or maybe something only you can make." He said. I bit my lower lip hard, deep in thought. What could I get her? What if she doesn't like what I will get her? What if she already has what I want to give to her? Then thoughts about the American guy popped into my head. "He might have gotten her everything I wanted to give her just to impress her." I mumbled but 'Ferre heard it. "Who?"
"That American guy. I don't want to call him an asshole...yet. Didn't you see how they were together at lunch? They were so lovey dovey like they are a couple or something more. He got her a Mac book pro." I said.
"What about that? Philosophically, people have their own thoughts about presents. Why do you even care that he got her a Mac book pro?" 'Ferre asked. I sighed heavily. "Well, it was actually what I wanted to give to her as a present. But it doesn't matter anymore. The only problem is that...I already bought it and it's a waste of money." I grumbled. 'Ferre looked at me sympathetically and looked at the clock. "Oh, it's almost four. Should we get dressed? In an hour we have to leave." He said, getting up from the couch and headed towards the bathroom. He stopped walking when I wasn't following behind. "You know what? I have a great idea. You could give the laptop to Bahorel on his birthday. He hates his PC and he said he wants a new one but his family can't afford it. He told me himself so I guess you could do something about that." He said. I nodded. "Sure. Of course." I said, getting up from the couch. It's going to be a big night and I don't think I'm ready.
Eponine's POV
"Cosette! A little help here!" 'Chetta said as she put on her night-out dress. I simply said that I wanted to go to Cafe Musain to do something and 'Sette and 'Chetta wanted to go with me to keep me company. "You have to dress well, Ep. Not simply go with jeans and a T-shirt. It doesn't go well with the location you're going to." 'Sette said with a mouthful of bread as she walked over to 'Chetta to help her. She swallowed the bread as 'Chetta spoke up. "You should wear a new dress, just to keep yourself from wearing the same stuff every time you go to a cafe or bar or club. It's the best strategy to follow." She said. I nodded as I opened my closet. "There's nothing to wear." I said.
"Just find something you never knew you had before or dig something up. I'm sure you'll find something." 'Sette said. She paused for a moment before continuing in a very excited tone. "Oooo! You can borrow mine!" She said. I closed my closet door and shook my head. "No, 'Sette. I can't. You've done too much for me and I can't afford to pay you back in any way. I can't afford to just take stuff from you, either." I said. She scoffed as she was fixing 'Chetta's hair. "Ep! How many times do I have to tell you? You don't have to pay back nor think that I've done too much for you. There's no word such as 'too much' when it comes to helping a friend. And you don't take stuff from me. Not even borrow! We share." She said, smiling. 'Chetta nodded in agreement, causing 'Sette to grunt. "'Chetta! Hold still!" She said. 'Chetta and I laughed. "So are you going to 'borrow' from 'Sette?" 'Chetta asked me. I smiled and didn't reply. I walked to 'Sette's closet but as I grabbed the handle, she stopped me. "It's not in that closet. It's...uh...It's in the elegant clothes closet." She said. I shrugged and walked over to her other closet which she calls the elegant clothes closet, where she kept her elegant clothes like ball gowns and night-out dresses. I opened the closet door and found tons of dresses inside. I gaped and looked through the clothes. These clothes are definitely not for me... "Did you find anything yet?" 'Sette asked. I heard her voice coming closer to where I was standing. "Let me see." She said, pushing past me a little. After quite a long time of looking through clothes and letting me try them on, she finally found the perfect dress. It was a colorblock dress that had black as the top and green as the skirt. "I love it." That was the only thing that came out of my mouth out of all the other things I could've said. "That's great, then! Go take a shower and get changed. We'll see what we can do with your hair." 'Sette said, handing the dress to me and closing the closet door. She ushered me inside the bathroom and I locked the door. After I finished taking a shower and changing, I looked at myself in the mirror. A better word for that would be 'admired'. For the first time in my whole life, I thought I looked pretty. Actually pretty, not fake pretty. I smiled to myself one last time before opening the door of the bathroom. I stepped out of the bathroom as 'Sette and 'Chetta turned around to face me. They smiled in admiration and stood up to let me sit on the chair. 'Sett and 'Chetta stood behind the chair, touching my hair and trying to figure out what to do with it. They soon started working on my hair as I sat still, thinking about things. Then all the thinking led to Michael. He was so nice to me and he even gave me a Mac book pro! I've always wanted one but I couldn't afford it. I didn't think he'd be so suitable for me. For a second, I actually thought I had a crush on him but I tried to deny. Denying didn't really work so I just stopped thinking about it altogether. "We're done!" 'Chetta said. I stared at myself in the mirror. They had also put make-up on me and my hair was in a small bun with loose bangs on the side. I hugged 'Sette and 'Chetta and thanked them a million times. "Oh, and these might go with that." 'Chetta said, handing me a pair of metallic stilettos. "Are these yours?" I asked, taking them from her. 'Chetta nodded. "Oh, how can I ever thank you? You guys are the best!" I said, hugging them again. We soon headed off to Cafe Musain. I still wondered why they dressed themselves and me up so elegantly.
The cafe was full of people and almost all the tables were occupied. As usual, soft background music was playing and sounds of fork and spoon against plates were heard. My jaw dropped when I saw Les Amis guys there, dressed in tuxedos. 'Zelma and Gav were there, too. I put a hand over my mouth in surprise and walked over to the table. "What are you guys doing here?" I asked. Everyone glanced at each other and said, "Surprise! Happy Birthday, Eponine!" I was both confused and touched. I couldn't believe my friends did that for me and actually succeeded in keeping it a secret. "We know it's not your birthday today but it's the 2nd of November and we didn't get to celebrate on the 2nd of October, which is your real birthday so we decided that this is all we can do." Bossuet said. I smiled widely like I never did before. I felt tears in my eyes but I wiped them off, not wanting to actually cry on my fake birthday party. "Let's start with the gifts!" Marius said, motioning to Cosette. She was carrying a huge bag that was filled with presents. I gasped and put a hand on my chest in disbelief. "Oh my God! Did you seriously do this?" I asked, not believing what was before my own eyes. Everyone nodded and 'Sette put the bag on the table. She took out a present that I assumed was hers and Marius'. Everyone sat down at the table as they took their presents. 'Sette sat next to me and handed me the present. "From me and Marius." She said. I quickly tore the wrapping paper and opened the box. It was a pair of red pumps. I threw my arms around 'Sette and thanked her. "Thank you so much, Cosette! You're the best!" I said. Then I awkwardly hugged Marius, too, thanking him. Now that I don't like him anymore, I feel more comfortable around him. Then Courf came up with his present. "This is from me alone, actually. 'Zelma wanted to give you her own present." He said, handing me the present. I smiled and nodded. I unwrapped the present and gasped. It was a red jacket, just like Enjolras'. "Oh, thank you! Thank you so much!" I said, wrapping my arms around him. He patted my back and pulled away. 'Zelma came without anything in her hands. "I'm sorry 'Ponine but I don't have a present for you so here's my present." She gave me a long hug and it was all I needed from my sister to make my birthday a great one. "That's the best birthday present you've ever given me, 'Zelma. Thanks." I said. She smiled and let Feuilly come up next with a small bag. "Something I made for you. With my own hands." He said the last part more quietly and I smiled. I emptied the bag and saw a pair of earrings that were chocolate-shaped. They were dangly earrings, too! I embraced him and thanked him. "These are beautiful, Feuilly! How did you make this anyway?"
"I can't tell. It's my secret." He said and winked. I laughed. "Alright." I said and Grantaire came up next. "I got carried away by its beauty so I bought it for you because its beauty is just like you." He said and I blushed. "Awww, R. Please don't tell me you bought me a beer bottle." I said. Everyone laughed. "It's better than that, trust me. Here." He said, handing me the present. I opened it and let out a sigh of disbelief. It was a sparkly blue long dress with long sleeves and the waist part until the back was totally transparent. I hugged him longer than anyone else and let go. "Thank you very much. I just...I love it." I said.
"Thank you, too. For making me believe to be who I am." He said. I smiled and nodded. "You're welcome." I said as he let Bahorel come up next. "I thought you could use this for some situations." He said, handing me a fighting kit which consisted of a pair of boxing gloves, a 'how to kick butt' book, boots made specially to kick people and a book about fighting and self-defense. I chuckled at his choice of presents because he knew exactly what I needed. I embraced him and thanked him lots of times. Bossuet was next with a thick book. On the front in thick letters was 'Superstitions and bad luck'. "Wow, Bossuet. You really know me, don't you? How did you know I like to learn about superstitions and all that?" I asked. He laughed. "Oh, I just know and because you have a friend like me who always has bad luck, you really should have it." He said. I smiled and hugged him. "Thanks, Bossuet." I whispered and let go. After him was Joly and 'Chetta. "I know it's nothing much but here." Joly said, handing me a box. I opened the box and it revealed a medical book for examining myself in case I got hurt again and a bracelet saying 'Cosette, Eponine, Musichetta=BFFs 4 ever!'. I almost cried at how much my friends actually care about me. They cared about me even more than my parents care about me. I hugged both of them at once and almost started crying. I wiped a tear away as I let go of them. Then 'Ferre came up with a box in his hands and it seemed heavy for him. "Whoa, 'Ferre! What's in there?" I asked. He set the box on my lap and smiled. I anxiously unwrapped it. It was a set of novels from different genres. I covered my mouth and hugged him. "It's wonderful, 'Ferre. Thank you so much." I said and let go. Then Gav came and hugged me tightly. "I don't have a present for you, 'Ponine. I'm really sorry." He said.
"That's alright, Gav. I don't need a present from you. Getting a birthday hug from you is actually all I need." I said, hugging him tighter. I heard him sniff his nose so I let go. He was crying for some reason. I wiped a tear from his eye and ruffled his hair. He gave me another hug and walked back to his seat. Then I heard someone clearing his throat on the stage and I looked over to the stage, only to find Jehan standing there with the spotlight right on him. "Um...Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. My name is Jean Prouvaire and I'm here to recite a poem written especially for my lovely friend, Eponine." Jehan said. I smiled and leaned back in my chair.
This is for you, Eponine, my dearest friend.
You've helped me through my troubles, which never end.
I know you quite well, and I'll never forget
How kind you've been to me. That, I'll never fret.
I remember how you used to chase me with a stick
And how you tried to poke me with a toothpick.
How we used to play in the playground
And we played Medieval, you were a princess to be crowned.
You never cried when Montparnasse left.
Even though you were, not with him but with someone else, bereft.
I always knew you'd be brave and strong
And most of all, you'd be in Les Amis de l'ABC, even thought you might think you don't belong.
It's not the time all of us shared with you
But it's the memories we shared with vous
We'll always be by your side because you've been by ours'
Happy Birthday, Eponine, the Rapunzel of all towers.
Everybody started clapping as Jehan bowed and came down from the stage. I actually cried after the performance. When he came down from the stage, I ran up to hug him. "That was beautiful, Jehan. Thank you so much." I said. He hugged me back and said, "You're welcome." We let go and went back to the table. Enjolras was sitting in my seat by the time I came back. I cleared my throat and he looked up. "Oh, sorry. Here." He said, handing me a medium-sized box. I unwrapped the present and gasped. It was a thick photo album that had all of Les Amis in it since we formed the group until now. There were also individual profiles of each of us with photos since out childhood until now. I smiled and set it down on my chair. "I don't like it." I said, staring up at Enjolras. He looked pained but he said, "That's okay. I didn't think you'd think too much-"
"I love it! Thank you so much, Enjolras! I can't believe you put together all of this just for me on my fake birthday. I love you!" I said, hugging him as tightly as I could. I started crying on his shoulder and the next thing I knew, his suit was soaking wet. I pulled away embarrassingly and wiped my face with my hands. "I'm sorry. I just...I'm really touched. Thank you." I said, hugging Enjolras once more. He hugged me back tighter than before. I pulled away for a slight moment then leaned in to kiss him. He seemed taken aback at first but he just put his hands on my waist and kissed me back. I put my hands on his face and rubbed his cheek gently. My hands got entangled in his blonde curls. It was the best birthday gift anyone has ever given me. It wasn't like other times that we kissed each other on purpose. It was accidental. I slowly pulled away and cupped his face in my hands while his hands were still on my waist. I wanted to lean in again and kiss him until we were out of breathe but there was a birthday cake waiting. I hugged him one last time and sat down on my chair. Mr. Valjean walked to our table with a cart that had a cake on it. A huge cake. It was the largest birthday cake I'd ever seen in my whole life. The cake was set in front of me as everybody sang happy birthday. After the song ended, I blew out all the candles and everyone clapped. We each had a piece of cake and it was red velvet with whipped cream on top and some chocolate sprinkles. I loved it too much. I loved the party itself, too. It was the most fun party I'd ever had in my entire life and I found out how much my friends and siblings really care about me. I love them and they love me. That's all it matters when it comes to friendship and I'm sure we'd never ever leave each others' sides.
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