October
What makes the most perfect birthday? The presents you‘ve always wanted? Your loving family and friends around you? You and your boyfriend having the best dinner you could ever have?
None of the above.
Well, for me anyway. My mum has never got me one gift that I could count as I’ve always wanted. She by no means gotten what I ask for: on my fifth birthday I asked for a new bike, as mother ‘accidentally’ ran my other one over with her Land Rover. She got me a bell for my bike instead. On my eleventh birthday I asked for a mobile phone, in its place she got some socks with a picture of a mobile phone on them. You see how selfish and horrid she can be? I was crushed all those years of not having a bike or a mobile.
I have no loving friends or family. The only family I have is my mum how never buys me a birthday cake, my nan who lives in Spain soaking up the sunshine (she only ever comes down to us at New Years, apparently the Christmas sun is to die for) and my twenty-one year old brother who almost always forgets the twentieth of October, my birthday. When I go to my friend’s birthdays I usually end up sulking somewhere because they have their adoring, sweet and kind family surrounding them while they blew out their candles.
My mother didn’t care what I did, as long as she was somewhere where I wasn’t, getting off with some new bloke every five minutes. I never had the family I’d always dreamed of having, which is why when I will get married some day and have kids, I would have planned it all out. You see, when I was between the ages of eight and ten, I drawn pictures of what my house would look like for me, my husband and four children. I would have three big bedrooms on the top floor, my two girls would share one room and the other room for the two boys. I used to believe that there was only one Mr. Right for you, and I had to plan these things out precisely.
Mum used to yell at me for living in a fairytale land. She said these things never happen and it’ll all end up in tears eventually. I hated it when she went off on one of her rants. I never believed her. “Just because dad never loved you doesn’t mean my kids dad will never love them and me forever,” I used to think in my head. My father left when I was six, and from then I knew I had to have my kids childhood better than mine ever was.
Just like every year, mum decided she was going out, and she left me to my own devices. I invited a few friends over for some cake that I bought for myself, but only two turned up: Darla, my best friend since we were both three and Tammy, another friend who possibly bitches about me behind my back. Darla was the first to arrive at my doorstep.
“Happy fifteenth birthday, Evan!” Darla cheered, setting off a party popper. I giggled, but a little depressed. I was expecting loads of people on my doorstep!
Darla is the complete opposite to me: she’s kind of dorky looking and has no dress sense at all. She pays attention in class and done really well in her MOCK exams and SATS. She’s smart but somehow she is my best friend in the whole world.
Tammy came straight after I put the kettle on for some coffee. Tammy is like me, but kind of not. She hates school, but does awfully well in it. She is gorgeous (something like me) and has apparently had sex so many times she’s lost count.
I don’t believe her though. I mean, I have never had a boyfriend for real, and has never done ‘it’ but I really desperately want to. And tonight while my so-called mum is out getting hammered I’ll be finding the guy of my dreams. With Darla and Tammy.
“And how exactly are you going to find the ‘guy of your dreams’?” Darla questioned, while taking a bite out of some cake.
“I don’t know, I’m gonna get changed and then we’ll all set off into some fancy restaurant or something and find someone there,” I explained, bringing my make-up bag out of the cupboard.
“Oh, look Evan, you’re pretty and all and I really want to help you, but my curfew is eight ‘o clock and if I’m late my dad will kill me,” Darla exclaimed.
“So? Break the rules, I do all the time and I’m still here aren’t I?” I asked, coating my eyelashes with mascara.
“Yeah, true… But I’m not like you, Evan,” She sneered, picking up the rest off her cake and shoving it in her bag. “I’ll call you later, see how you got on.”
My face looked saddened. I really thought Darla would come along and help me find my true love. Looks like not everyone appreciates the stunning girls like me.
“Yeah, sorry Ev’s, I gotta go too. I’m babysitting tonight and if I’m not back my mum’ll freak,” Tammy said.
“But it’s my birthday!” I shrieked after them. “Guys?” They were gone. I felt like crying. But I couldn’t because I’d ruin my make-up. I’m still going out, though. Those selfish cows can make up any excuse not to be with me, I’m still going out and finding my Prince Charming.
***
Wondering the streets at nine ‘o clock, in the pouring rain with no jacket or umbrella sounds pretty creepy, but it’s not. I actually find it very relaxing. The freezing rain falling onto my face, while holding my six inch heels in one hand and draining my soaking hair in the other underneath a shining lamppost is very… relaxing?
Who am I kidding? This isn’t relaxing, this is torture. My poor arms are like frozen pieces of ice and my eyelashes are solid from the mascara and ice cold rain pouring down. They both do not mix.
Then I heard a very deep but attractive voice from behind me. It sounded so sweet and mature, my heart started pounding.
“Hi, um… Are you alright?” the mysterious guy asked, “do you want to borrow my coat?”
I turned around. My whole body stood still. There in front of me was a tall, pale skin guy with rain dripping from his beautiful face. His eyes were a gleaming crystal blue, and what I could see from his hair was strands of blonde. He unzipped his coat and forced it towards me. I smiled.
“Thanks,” I said, putting the massive coat on me.
“What brings you here, looking more prettier than ever in this storm?” he asked.
“Well, I, um… It’s my birthday,” I stuttered, staring into his eyes deeply. “I just thought I’d come out here and enjoy the fifth of January rain.”
“As you do. Happy birthday…”
“Evan. Evan Lloyd,” I slipped my heels back on, just near enough his height.
“Declan. Declan Roberts, nice to meet you Evan,” he grinned cheekily. Declan looked about nineteen at least. But he was so beautiful, I had to hold onto him if I knew inside he was The One.
“Nice to meet you, Declan.” Declan sounded so amazing. So mature. I could tell by his red, black and white checked shirt and neat navy jeans he was mature and tidy. Just the one for me.
We talked and talked until he invited me into his van. I said yes immediately, and we went into his blue van. It smelt of dog and had dog hairs everywhere. But other than that everything was neat enough for me.
“Sorry about the hairs, Lola loves my van.” Lola was his collie dog. Declan explained to me that he lives in a small flat with his dog Lola and his budgie Pixie.
He told me he works in bakery in town, which is probably where I’d recognised him from. And he announced his age; twenty. A year younger than my brother. I was fine with this, but I couldn’t bare the thought of him backing away when he realised he’s been chatting up a fifteen year old, who was only fourteen the day before.
“So, how old are you today then, Evan?” Declan asked, gazing into my emerald green eyes.
“Um… Eighteen. Yeah, I’m eighteen,” I forced a smile apon my face.
“Ooh, nice.” He liked the sound of that. He looked me up and down, and stopped right at my bust. I guess he didn’t notice my boobs when he given me his coat.
But what I really loved about him was that I talked to my face, not my boobs. I mean, some guys I chatted too talked to my breasts, not my face. Declan’s different. He stares into my eyes almost every time I look up. He offered to take me home. I agreed.
Declan is such a careful driver! He’s very good, he was saying how it took him eight tries to pass, but I never believed him. It must have only took him one go and he passed immediately.
Declan is also very open. He explained to me how he was ready for a serious relationship with a sweet, pretty and lovely girl. He had never had a girlfriend before and has never had sex before. He’s my perfect match!
Although I may seem love struck, mum may get in the way of all things perfect. She was waiting at the door, with her arms folded and a cup of coffee in one hand.
“Where the hell have you been? It’s gone eleven!” Screeched the daughter of Dracula.
“I know,” I shoved past her, and walked into the kitchen. Mum followed me.
“Well? What do you have to say for yourself?”
“Erm… Soz,” I switched the kettle on for a cup of tea. I really needed one so I could calm myself down. I’m literally over the moon in the mood I’m in.
“Soz? I came home at half nine and you weren’t here for two and a half hours and all you can say is SOZ?” She shrieked.
“Oh, right. Sorry,” I patted her on the arm.
“I don’t want an apology, I need answers. Evan, you’ve been such a rebel all these years. You’re doing crap in school, and now you were out for so long and gotten me worried sick! Where were you?” Mum nagged.
“I was with Darla, satisfied?” I asked.
“No.”
I groaned. “What do you want from me? I told you already, I was with Darla. You know, your daughters best friend?”
“Right, well… Maybe I should ask Becky, see if she has any idea where you were, because I’m sorry Eve, I don’t believe you,” mum is such a lunatic sometimes. She can be difficult when she wants to. Becky isn’t even Darla’s real mum, but my mum seems to think Becky is a real goddess the way she talks about her. “Oh, Becky, you are such a role model, bringing up three kids that aren’t your own.” She’s such a faker and kiss ass.
“No! Mum, please. It’s my birthday, the least I wanted to do was hang around this dump on my own. I invited Darla over and she suggested we go out and have some fun, surely you believe that?” I lied. I lie all the time, and I never get caught. Mum’s so stupid.
She sighed. “Yes, okay I do believe you now. You do deserve some fun on your own birthday,”
I dreamed about me and Declan on our Honeymoon cruise to the Caribbean. The azure water splashed over deck while me and Declan snogged in the beat of the sun. We would already have two out of our four children, the other two would be born years after we got married.
They were a girl who was named Maisie, and a boy who was named Andrew. Andrew was pretending to be an aeroplane, he soared through the deck while his dad nuzzled my neck. Maisie was playing with her new fairy wings I bought her, Andrew broke the other ones. She fluttered around her parents and around the whole deck.
“Evan! Evan! Evan!” Declan would repeat as he dragged me to bed. “Evan! Wake up, Eve!” He was shaking me violently, then I realised it wasn’t my dream who was saying my name, it was my Math teacher Mrs Weave. Mrs Weave is evil, and makes her lessons so boring.
“You fell asleep again, Evan,” Mrs Weave stood in front of me, arms folded. “Have you got your homework?”
“Nope,” I replied, carelessly.
“Are you going to do it?” Mrs Weave asked. Stupid question to be honest, I’ve never done one single piece of homework since my dad left when I was seven. From then my work kind of went down hill and I haven’t excelled in any lesson at all.
“Nah, I don’t feel like it,” I smirked. Her face boiled red.
“Right, get out of my lesson, you’re disrupting others learning time!” The old bat wailed.
“You mean, you’re disrupting others learning time, you woke me up, remember?” I answered.
“Get out!” Mrs Weave screamed, pointing to the door.
So basically, this is what happens every lesson of the day. Because I hate school, and the sooner I get out of this shithole, the sooner I can start my dream life with Declan.
Mum was not happy when I walked through the door.
“What happened in school today?” I knew Mrs Weave has been telling on me again.
“I dunno, same old crappy stuff,” I flung my bag and tie on the table and got out a packet of crisps.
“Right, well explain to me about your math grades,” She sat down, sipping her cup of coffee.
“Um… They’re shit, I know. And I don’t give a damn,”
“Evan! You should! This is your future and all you’re focusing on is getting a boyfriend and having a ‘perfect life’. It ain’t gonna happen, didn’t for me,”
“Well it will for me! Just because you want me to have a crappy life like you did doesn’t mean I have to go by your rules! I’m fifteen now, I can do what I like, when I like,” I crunched some more crisps.
“Fine, make a fool out of yourself on results day, I don’t give a monkeys ass what you do,”
“Oh don’t you worry, I’m gonna fail, but I’ll be fine. When I finally get released from that hell hole, I’ll be happier than you’ve ever been in your whole life!” I yell to her as she stormed into her bedroom.
All I need is Declan. Not her, not nobody, just Declan.
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