It was the forth of July and Duncan was setting up some fireworks at a nearby park. He was sent a text to Bridgette to come by quick. He wanted to surprise her, so he gave hwr a different reason to show up that should have her here in no time.
"Alright." Duncan stood up. "Bridgette should be here in three... two..."
"Where's Chris Pratt!" Duncan smirked as he turned around to see Bridgette behind him looking out of breath.
"Did you run here?"
"Well yeah, I was in the middle of my nightly exercises when you texted me." She said.
"Okay, long story short, there's no Chris Pratt." Duncan said as Bridgette damn near choked.
"What?! Then why did you have me run out to the park at 9:30pm?" Bridgette asked looking a little miffed.
"I wanted to show you something I made." Duncan said gesturing to the fireworks machine.
"This better not be like last year."
Flashback
Up in the sky were a bunch of fire works that read "Fuck 12". Bridgette stared up shaking her head while Duncan was wearing a shit-eating grin, looking very proud and not regretful in the slightest
End of flashback
"What? It was to represent independence." Duncan defended. Bridgette shook her head but smiled nonetheless.
"Alright, let's see what evil scheme you came up with this year."
"Trust me, you'll love this one." Duncan said taking out his lighter and lighting the machine. He and Bridgette took a few steps back. Soon the fireworks started going off in the air. Once they began popping, they call formed the shapes of Duncan and Bridgette's heads. Bridgette stared in awe while Duncan had an arm wrapped around Bridgette, once again wearing that shit-eating grin. "See, told you you'd like it."
Bridgette smiled. "You always manage to surprise me." The two sat down on the grass and stared at all the fireworks illuminating the night sky. Bridgette leaned her head on Duncan's shoulder. "Happy 4th Duncan."
"Happy 4th Bridge."
Just something short a sweet.