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Chapter 20: Pt. 2 - Try Not To Die From Excitement

I’ve never just sat around and fantasized about kissing Bradley - or anyone for that matter- because that’s just weird, but oh my God, kissing him is probably the most amazing thing I’ve ever done in my entire life. If only a few times. I mean, sure I’ve had my fair share of kisses in my lifetime, but honestly, none of them have anything on Bradley’s kisses. And if I could do nothing but kiss him for the rest of my life I’d be content.

As Bradley’s soft yet firm lips connect with mine, my heart starts beating way too fast. Like, way faster than any human heart should ever beat. My stomach has this rumbling in it - and not like the kind you get when you’re hungry. It feels like there’s about a million tiny hummingbirds inside my stomach all trying to fly at the same time. Don’t get me wrong, it’s a nice feeling; even if the analogy is a little weird.

Bradley and my lips move in sync, slowly at first until the pace of the kiss speeds us. His hands, which are at my waist, holding me loosely, tighten a little and he pulls me closer to him, crushing my body into his. Well, I don’t know if crushing would be a good word to use there. Crushing implies something grave or defeating, and that’s definitely not the case. Molding. I like that word better. Bradley pulls me closer to him, our bodies molding into each other’s. Yeah, that sounds better. Is it normal to think this much while kissing someone? I seriously don’t think it is. Suddenly, Bradley’s warm lips leave mine and I open my eyes, looking up at him with a slight frown.

“Why’d you stop?” I pout.

“I just thought I heard something.” He assures me, then shakes it off, leaning down to kiss me again.

I’m suddenly caught off guard when I feel Bradley’s tongue gliding across my lower lip. Mostly because we haven’t done that yet. I mean, we did just kiss for the first time last night, after all. Tightening my arms around Bradley’s neck, I slightly part my lips, letting his tongue in. I twist my fingers in the small curls of Bradley’s hair at the nape of his neck as our tongues mangle together in the back of my backyard completely cut off from the people all around us. He abruptly spins us around, and my back is against the privacy fence cutting the backyard off from his own.

After a while of the two of us making out, Bradley pressed up against me, and me pressed up against that fence, we eventually have to pull away. Damn you human body, not being able to take the lack of oxygen. Bradley pulls away first, breathing heavily. He moves his hands from my waist and puts them on either side of my face, brushing my hair away. Then he leans down and instead of going in to kiss me on my lips, he kisses the tip of my nose and rests his forehead against mine.

“Did we just--“ I say, letting my sentence waver.

Bradley smiles, and nods his head against mine, “We did.”

"That was am-“

“The best thing that’s ever happened to you in your entire existence?” He teases.

“I was gonna go with amazing, but I guess that could work too.” I say, giggling.

“Have I mentioned how great you look tonight?” Bradley wonders, his head still against mine.

“Maybe once or twice.”

All of a sudden, something catches my eye off in the distance. I look past Bradley’s shoulder and almost let out a groan as I see the last person I thought would be here tonight walks in through the gate, shutting it behind him. He walks over to the punch table, grabs himself a cup and then makes his way over to a girl standing with some of her friends, Eliza, that’s the one he’s standing by.

Eliza and I aren’t friends or anything, at least, not close friends. We were lab partners last year, and I guess we kinda became friends. Not even close to being a best friend, but a friend nonetheless. How dare he come to my birthday party and start flirting with one of my guests? I mean, sure I can’t hear what he’s saying to her, but he shoos her friend, Caitlin I think it is, off, and whispers something in Eliza’s ear that makes her giggle. And that obviously makes me think he’s flirting with her.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” Bradley asks softly, taking his head away from mine.

“Oh, um, nothing.” I assure him, smiling.

"You suck at lying, you know.”

“Nothing’s wrong, honest.” I tell him, nodding.

I don’t want Bradley- or any of the other boys- to see Reese, because then they’ll approach him and that won’t be pretty. And this makes me sounds totally and completely selfish, but I wanna stay back here with Bradley and keep making out with him. And then open my presents of course, because he’s really got me puzzled with this ‘seven pack’ thing. Then there’s stupid Mikey and Walker who refused to tell me what present the five of them co-bought.

“Liar,” Bradley retorts, turning around. He sighs exasperated and I know he sees Reese. “What the hell is he doing here?” He says, more to himself than to me. “I’m gonna get rid of him.” He tells me, grabbing my wrist lightly and pulling me away from the shelter of the trees.

“Bradley, no, please don’t say anything to him.” I plead.

“You want him here?” He incredulously asks me.

“No, of course not, but I don’t want you getting into a fight with him.” I explain.

“I’m not gonna get in a fight with him,” He promises. “I’m just gonna politely ask him to leave.”

“Fine, but don’t say anything to piss him off, and don’t let him make you mad.” I warn him, walking over with him to Reese.

Bradley clears his throat, and Reese and Eliza stop talking, both of them looking at us. “Happy birthday, Sydney!” Eliza exclaims, giving me a short, light and brief hug.

“Thanks Eliza,” I say sweetly, pulling back away from her with a smile.

“What are you doing here?” Bradley demands of Reese.

“I’d like to know the answer to that question myself,” Walker injects appearing beside us. Surprisingly enough, the wicked witch he calls his girlfriend isn’t smelted to his side or something. Maybe she left. Hopefully.

“Yeah, I could have sworn we told you to leave her alone for good,” Mikey’s voice says as he also walks over. I’ve never really noticed it before, but my friends are pretty intimidating guys. Like, if I didn’t know that they’re just overly-muscled goofballs, I’d be scared of them right now, solely based on their expressions. 

“Whoa, calm down.” Reese says to my friends. “Birthday girl invited me.” Then he looks down at me and with a smirk he says, “Don’t you remember, Sydney? It was that night after we saw that movie. What was it? Wet Bodies? Wh-“   

“It was Warm Bodies.” I interject.

“Whatever,” Reese retorts. “Anyway, it was after we saw that and when were in my car, right outside your house maki-“

"I remember Reese.” I mutter, cutting him off before he can finish the sentence. “If it wasn’t obvious by our conversation on Wednesday, you were uninvited.”

Reese shrugs uncaringly, “Whoops. I’m not the greatest at picking up hints.”

“Obviously.” Bradley says, a scowl on his face.

"You guys really should lighten up. Maybe if you all weren’t such pricks I’d like you a little bit.”

Walker laughs humorlessly, “If anyone in this little circle is a prick, it’s you.”

“Look, Reese, you just need to leave.” I tell him, trying to stop a fight I see developing between the two.

“Actually, I think I’ll stay. I mean, I’m here so I may as well, right?”

“Wrong.” Mikey deadpans.

“Oh, come on, it’s a party.” Reese retorts, rolling his eyes.

“Fine, you can stay.” I tell him.

“What?” Bradley says in disbelief.

“Just don’t talk to me or any of my friends.” I warn him.

Reese chuckles, “Don’t worry, Princess.”

I scoff, turning on my heel and walking away from Eliza and him. Walker, Mikey and Bradley all walk by me, repeatedly asking me if I’m okay. As if Reese Logan has that much of an effect on me. “Guys, I’m fine, I promise. I don’t even care. It’s my birthday and I’m gonna enjoy it.” I say firmly. “Now, can I please open my presents?” I beg, looking over towards the table where all the presents are.

Walker checks his watch, and looks around, “Not yet.”

"What? Why not?”

"Your last guest isn’t here.” He tells me.

I look around the backyard, trying to figure out who isn’t here. Drew is talking to that Darcy girl he went to the dance with. Tanner is talking to some guys that I assume he plays on the soccer team with. My parents are still talking. To each other, shockingly enough. Arianna and Jared are sitting at a table, talking and laughing about something. At least they’re not fighting. At this very moment, that is. And Josh is playing fetch with a ball with Poncho.

“Who’s not here?” I wonder, confused.

“Patience, young grasshopper.” Mikey says, patting the top of my head.

Walker checks his watch again, and then nudges Mikey, “Hey, we gotta, uh, go do that thing.”

“What thing?” Mikey asks.

“You know, that thing.” He reiterates, raising an eyebrow.

"Oh, the thing with the thing?” Mikey says. “Or the other thing with the other thing?”

“The first thing with the thing.”

“Oooh, that thing!”

“Yes, Mikey, that thing. Come on.” He says, grabbing Mikey’s shirt tail and dragging him towards the fence into the front yard.

 I crinkle my forehead and say, “What are they up to?”

“Why do you even ask?” Bradley asks comically.

“Because I’m hoping that one day you’ll finally tell me things instead of making me wait.”

“You just don’t like being surprised at all, do you?”

"No, I do, just when I’m in on it.” I reply.

“Then you’re not really surprised.”

“Well, I guess not, but I’m like being in the know.”

“Oh, I think your last guest is getting here.” He says, nodding his head towards the fence.

I turn around, looking and a gasp escapes my mouth. “Grandma!” I shriek running over to her. Well not really running. More like prancing, because running in shoes like this is just asking to fall and suffer eternal humiliation.

“Happy birthday, sweetheart.” My grandma says, hugging me.

“What are you doing here?” I ask her, still smiling.

I didn’t think they’d let my grandma leave the old folks home she’s at. Like, I thought she had to stay there.

“Nice to see you again, Helen.” Bradley says, referring to my grandma.

"You too, sweetie.” She sweetly replies to Bradley, giving him a hug. It’s a funny sight, because Bradley’s so big and tall and my grandma is so little and short.

“Did you do this?” I ask him suspiciously.

"I didn’t actually,” He assures me. “It was Drew’s idea; I just got my aunt to approve it.”

“I was starting to think that you’d forgotten about you little old grandma. You didn’t come last week.”

“Last week?” I repeat. “What was I doing last weekend?”

“Fighting with me.” Bradley supplies.

“Oh,” I say, remembering our fight in the car that day it was raining. “I came, but you guys were all dancing and stuff and I didn’t wanna intrude or anything, so I left.” I say to my Grandma Helen.

My grandma frowns, “Oh, Sydney, you should have come in. We had chocolate chip cookies and I know how you love chocolate chip cookies.”

Bradley chuckles and I laugh lightly, “Well, I do love chocolate chip cookies.” I agree, nodding.

“Oh, what should I do with this?” She asks, as if remembering the gift wrapped box in her hand.

“I’ll take it,” Bradley says, taking it from my grandma before I can.

I roll my eyes at his theatrics and say, “Aww, Grandma, you didn’t have to buy me anything.”

“Of course I did, my last granddaughter is turning eighteen.”

"Well, technically you do have a great-grandchild.” I remind her.

“Yes, but that’s not the same.” My grandma retorts. She’s so sassy something; I love it.

“Well, Bradley everyone is here which means I’m free to open my presents now, right?”

He nods, “That’s exactly what it means.” He confirms nodding.

“Yay!” I exclaim, walking over to the table with the presents piled high on them.

"Okay everyone, the very impatient Birthday Girl is ready to open her presents.” Bradley announces, which causes the people in the backyard to join us at the table.

“Wait, you gotta put this on.” Drew says from behind me, and I feel his hand snapping something on me.

“I am not wearing this.” I assure him, making a move to pull the thing off my head.

It’s one of those birthday party hats that you always see at little kids parties. You know the kind I mean. It’s a cone pointing upwards with some kinda print on it and the elastic thing that goes underneath your chin.

"Oh, but you are.” He argues with a grin.

Walker and Mikey return- Alison’s back- with nonchalant looks on their faces. I wonder what they went to do. Bradley’s standing beside me with my grandma, talking to her about something. And Tanner makes his was over along with the rest of the people, including Arianna and her baby daddy, Josh and Poncho, my parents, Reese and Eliza and everyone else.

“There’s so many,” I note. “Which one should I open first?” I wonder.

"You can open this one first,” My dad says handing me a thinly wrapped packet. “It’s from your mother and me.”

“You two actually agreed on something?” I ask in mock shock, taking the present from him.

My mom laughs, “Well, not exactly at first.”  

I rip it open and see an envelope inside. Putting the wrapping paper on the table I open the envelope, reaching my down in there and pulling something out. I look down at it, reading what it says and my jaw drops. “Is this a joke?”

My dad shakes his head, “Not at all.”              

“You guys are seriously letting me go to Naples and Rome?” I ask, reading the plane ticket for Italy this summer.

“Not just you, of course. We can’t send you to a foreign place unprotected.” My mother corrects me. I put my hand back down in the envelope and pull out five more tickets, one for each of the boys, I’m assuming.

"Wait, what? Did you just say the six of us are going to Italy?” Drew asks.

“I mean, unless you don’t wanna go, I’m sure we can fi--“

"Hey, let’s not get hasty, Melinda.”  Mikey says, referring to my mom by her first name with a chuckle. “We’d love to go. Right guys?” They all chorus forms of ‘yes’ and I smile, dropping the six plane tickets back into the envelope and fold it down.

“Thank you guys so much, this is amazing.” I say to them truthfully, pulling them into a three-way hug.

“Good, because plane tickets to Rome for six people are not cheap these days.” My dad informs me.

“Well, duh.” I say with a goofy grin, giving the envelope to Walker for safekeeping. He’s the most responsible of the six of us, and I know he’ll keep the tickets safe and guard them with his life.

-------

Thirty minutes later, I’ve got all the presents unwrapped and opened. They’re all really amazing presents, though the plane tickets from my parents are definitely my favorite. Reese even brought me a present - not a good one, but a present nonetheless. Jared got me a present, too, which I wasn’t expecting. I was a surprised, because I was under the impression he didn’t like me. I mean, I don’t like him either, not particularly, but he apparently doesn’t. He got me a new iPod Touch, a fifth generation (which just came out not too long ago) pink one with my initials engraved into the back of it. Bradley said that I couldn’t open the seven pack in front of everyone so I’d have to wait until the two of us were alone - which has yet to happen.

Tanner and Drew have mysteriously disappeared and Walker informed me that they’re going to get the present that the five of the co-bought for me. Then he himself disappeared, telling me that Alison was tired and ready to go home, so he took her, telling me he’d be back in a few minutes. I didn’t think it was possible for them to keep anything a secret for as long as they’ve kept this birthday present a secret from me, but it evidently is.

  “So when do I get your present?” I ask Bradley as he, Drew and I stand by the pool.

“I told you when we’re alone.” He retorts, sporting a boyish grin.

“Is it something perverted?”

"Knowing Bradley, you know it is.” Mikey says, chuckling.

“It is not perverted, thank you very much.” Bradley rejoinders.

“Whatever you say.” Mikey replies in a sing-song voice.

Bradley’s cell phone rings in his pocket, and he pulls it out, his eyes quickly scanning the screen. A small smile appears on his face and he locks his phone again, dropping it in his pocket. “Drew and Tanner are back.”

“Where are they?” I wonder, putting my shoes back on.

Sure, they’re nice, but standing in them for hours on end is not very fun. And it hasn’t even been hours, more like an hour and a half, maybe. 

“Front yard.” He answers.

“Walker’s back too,” Mikey says, looking at his own phone. “He’s with them.”

“I just don’t understand why you guys all have to so theatric,” I mutter as the three of us walk towards the front opening of the gate that leads to the front yard. “I mean, like, you could have just told me what you got. Surprises are overrated anyw-“

“Sydney?” Mikey interrupts my little banter as he pulls the gate open a fraction of an inch.

“What?”

“Shut up.” He says, putting his hands over my eyes.

I hear the gate open more and Bradley’s hand on my lower back, pushing me forward. “Well this is nerve-wracking.” I admit, letting Bradley’s hand guide me since Mikey has successfully taken away my vision.

“Will you just be patient for like once in your life?” Bradley whispers in my ear, slyly kissing the skin under it.

That hummingbird feeling in my stomach returns but I fight it off, blindly reaching my arms out in front of me. I distantly hear Tanner, Walker and Drew’s voices, but I can’t exactly make out what they’re saying. Either they’re across the street or just talking very quietly. I suppose the latter is more likely.

“Okay, you ready?” Bradley wonders.

“Yes,” I exclaim. “I’m ready.”

“Try not to die from excitement.” Mikey suggest, his hands moving away from my eyes.

Since his hands were over my eyes, it was just my natural reaction the close them. I open then and a loud gasp involuntarily escapes my mouth. My hand flies to my mouth, masking the sound and it feels like my legs are cemented to the ground there as I stand there, eyes wide staring at the beauty in front of me.

“Oh my gosh, you guys didn’t.”

“Actually, we did.” Tanner says walking towards me, tossing me a set of keys.

I find the will to move my food and run over to the car, shrilling and flailing my arms everywhere. I throw the door open, getting in and looking around. I couldn’t tell you what kind it is, because I don’t have an eye for that kinda stuff, but it’s so beautiful. The interior is made up of black leather and it even smells like a new car. The outside is this shimmery, metallic silver color. Looking up, I see that the car has a sunroof. A sunroof! I love sunroofs! I’ve always wanted a car with a sunroof. In fact, I play with the one in Bradley’s Jeep all the time, closing it and opening it even after he tells me not to. Tears fill my eyes as I get out of the car, practically attacking my friends with one big massive hug. Why do I have such amazing friends? They literally are the best five people on this whole planet.

“Thank you guys, it’s perfect.” I say, releasing them from my bone-crushing hug. “But how?”

"How what?” Drew asks.

“How on Earth did you guys afford to buy me a car like that?”

Walker shrugs, and I feel Bradley subtly slip his arm around my waist, pulling me close to him so that the other guys don’t notice. “Your grandmother may have dropped eight thousand for it.”

My eyes widen, “Seriously? So how much did it cost?”

“Well, your parents donated ten thousand to the cause, and we got the rest.” Bradley explains.

"I can’t believe you guys got me a freaking car for my birthday.” I wail, blinking back my happy tears.

“Your next seven birthdays,” Mikey corrects with a grin.

I raise an eyebrow, about to protest when Bradley stops me. “He kids.”

“That’s what you think.” Mikey replies, chuckling.

“This is seriously the best birthday I’ve ever had in my life.” I say, staring at my car. My car. I like the way that sounds. No, actually, I love it.  My car. Sydney’s car. The car that belongs to Sydney.

"Benjamin.” I say all of a sudden, staring at it.

“What?” Tanner asks.

“Ben for short.”

“What are you talking about?” Walker asks with a laugh.

“The car.” I say, gesturing to it.

“What about it?” Bradley wonders.

“I’m naming him Benjamin - Ben for short.”

Mikey stifles a smile and says, “So, your car’s a boy?”

“My car is a boy.” I confirm with a nod. “And I love him.”

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The party - or soiree or whatever you wanna call it - ended a few hours ago and everyone who doesn’t live here left. Aside from the boys that is. Whenever it’s one of our birthdays, the rest of us always spend the night at said person’s house. Even my dad didn’t go back up to his Lake House. I mean, he’s not here, because I’m sure my mom would have vetoed even the mention of the idea, but he’s renting out a hotel a few minutes away up the street.

Finally Bradley and I are all alone, and I can get my present from him. Drew, Walker, Tanner and Mikey are all downstairs in the basement waiting for us to come back so I can choose which movie we’re going to watch. My excuse for not being down there now is that I’m packing the rest of my thing for Colorado, which isn’t completely inaccurate. I actually haven’t packed at all, so I really am going through drawers and my closet and packing things up.

“Just give it to me Bradley,” I tell him, exasperatedly as I put a few articles of clothing into my duffel.

“Well, I don’t have any protection on me, but if you insist.” He jokes, smiling.

My face goes red and I punch his shoulder, “I meant the present, you dirty-minded-boy.”

He laughs, “No, I’m just kidding. Are you sure you don’t wanna wait until tomorrow to get it?”

"Tomorrow won’t be my birthday anymore.” I remind him.

"This is true,” He agrees, nodding. “Okay, I’ll get it.”

I already know it’s something stupid because he already gave me his serious present- the necklace, and Bradley isn’t really the sentimental type of guy. So, I know this present has to be something goofy or, like I’ve been thinking from the beginning, perverted.

Bradley leaves my room and then quickly returns holding a bag behind his bag. “Where was it?” I wonder.

“Arianna’s room.”

“You kept my birthday present in my sister’s room?”

“Well, I knew you’d never go in there.” He replies.

“That’s true.” I agree, nodding. “Come on, it’s,” I pause, looking over at my digital clock. “Fifteen minutes until it’s not my birthday anymore.”

“Okay, okay.” He says. “Remember, I’m not the best gift giver.”

“You helped buy me a car for my birthday and you got me this beautiful necklace, you’re not a bad gift giver,” I assure him. “Oh, wait you kinda are. You got me a bra for my last birthday.”

“It was a very nice bra.” He defends.

“It was a pink polka-dotted push up bra.” I remind him.

Bradley laughs and says, “Well, I mean, not that you need the support or anything.”

“Are you making an effort to be extra pervy tonight?” I wonder, putting my hands on my hips.

“No, but I’m sure once you see this you’ll think I am.” He says, handing me the pink bag baring the Victoria’s Secret design on it.

“If this is lingerie, you better run.” I warn, taking the bag from him.

“No lingerie,” He swears, raising his hands in surrender.

I reach into the bag and my hand runs over silky satin material as I pull it from the bag. I laugh as I turn it around in front of me by the hanger. “Oh, gee thanks Bradley. It even matches the bra. And I’ll never forget what day it is.” I say, reading the word ‘Friday’ on the current pair of silky panties in my hand.

“Right? Exactly what I was thinking!” Bradley exclaims with a goofy grin.

“You’re such a goof.” I tell him, looking through the bag finding a  pair in each color of the rainbow excluding blue.  There’s a red, yellow, orange, green, violet and pink, the one I’m holding, and they each have a day of the week on them. It makes sense now; Bradley did say it came in a seven pack and underwear does come in a seven pack.

“I know you love them.” He replies cheekily.

“Oh yes, I love the lacey underwear you bought me for my birthday.” I reply, laughing and putting them back in the bag. “But really thanks. You know, for everything.”

Bradley shrugs, walking over to me and hugging me. “Don’t mention it.” He says, kissing my lips briefly.

“We should probably go back down there now, yeah?” I say, referring to the basement.

“Oh, yeah, probably.” He replies. “When are you gonna finish packing then?”

“In the morning, I guess.” I say, zipping my half-packed duffel bag up and dropping it on the floor. I take the Victoria’s Secret bag and put it on the desk before grabbing my phone and leaving my room with Bradley. When we make it back down to the basement, we plop down on the couch next to each other.

“That took forever.” Walker notes, stuffing a handful of popcorn into his mouth. Yes, Alison actually let him spend the night. I was surprised too.

“Oh, I, uh, I couldn’t find my bathing suit.” I lie quickly so they don’t get suspicious.

“Your bathing suit?” Drew repeats.

I nod, “Yeah, the flag one. You know, the one with the blue bottoms and the red and white top, like the American flag?”

“We’re going to Colorado.” Mikey reminds me.

Good job, Sydney. “D-did I say bathing suit? I meant Uggs. I couldn’t find the match to my black one. Like, I could only find one of them, but then I finally found it, so it’s all good.”

“Right, okay then.” Tanner says slowly and suspiciously.

“Hey, how about we watch the movie, it’s kinda late already.” Bradley interjects.

“That’s a good idea, Bradford.” I reply quickly, grabbing the remote and selecting Thor.

I’ve seen the movie about twenty times, but it was the first one that appeared on the list, and Chris Hemsworth is like one of my favorite actors ever. Aside from the gorgeous and extremely talented Channing Tatum. Oh, how I love Channing Tatum. The six of us spread out on the big couch, getting comfortable. I lie my head on top of a pillow in Bradley’s lap and rest my legs in Tanner’s lap who’s sitting on the other side of me. Beside him is Mikey, then Drew and Walker’s on the end, still eating popcorn.

“So on a scale from one to ten, ten being the amazing how was your birthday?” Drew wonders.

“Ummm,” I say, taking a second to think. I got a bunch of amazing presents, including Ben, and the presents that the others who were at the party got me. Not to mention the fact that I got to make out with Bradley, and that was extremely nice. “Nine hundred.” I answer.

“Nine hundred? You know that isn’t from one to ten, right?” Walker asks teasingly.

“Well, duh,” I say, rolling my eyes playfully. “It was better than amazing though,” I say truthfully. “The best night of my life, hands down. Thank you guys, for everything. Especially for Ben, though.” I add, giggling.

I look down at my cell phone, just in time to see the clock change from March 16th to March 17th and the 11:59 to 12:00. My birthday’s gone now. But I can honestly say that it was the most incredible, impeccable day of my entire life. Locking my phone, I avert my attention back to the television on Thor, and smile to myself in happiness. Today was a really wonderful day.