I woke up to a loud beeping sound.
It was my cell phone. I groaned. Who on earth was texting me this early in the morning? I groped around for my Blackberry lazily and found it vibrating on the bedside table. I checked it and my face immediately split into a smile. Of course. Who else would wake up so early on a Saturday just to text me?
The screen flashed:
Reid - Happy Seventeenth Ali :D
I slipped out of bed as I texted him back. Thanks Reid :D Reid Smith, my best friend, the one who redefined sweetness in his own special way. This had been the norm ever since we were seven - he would always be the first person to wish me, be it via texting or mailing or phoning or visiting or whatever else. It had to be him, not even my parents, not anyone else. I smiled stupidly to myself. It had been precisely ten years now and he hadn't changed a bit.
The Blackberry beeped again. Come at the door :)
I raced downstairs to see what was waiting for me at my door, and sure enough, when I opened it I found the ever so familiar face, with the untidy mop of chocolate-brown hair and the soft hazel eyes, beaming at me. Reid - holding a bouquet of my favourite yellow roses and a box of chocolates. "For the birthday girl!" he said.
"For God's sake Reid, I'm in my nightclothes!" I said laughing as I fell into his open arms.
"How does it feel to be seventeen, Ali?" he stepped inside and asked like he always did on all of my birthdays.
And I said exactly what I always liked to say. "Just like it felt to be sixteen."
Reid and I had a special relationship - he was almost like a brother I never had. He understood me like nobody else did. He knew how to make me laugh, he knew how to make me happy and most of all, he knew when I was lonely and needed a friend. As a kid, I could cry in front of him and he wouldn't laugh like all the other kids. I could tell him how lonely I felt at home since my parents were always out for work, and he would make sure he'd drop by. Even now he knew I wouldn't like to spend my seventeenth birthday alone, my parents having gone for their never-ending business trips again, and I was sure that was why he decided to come over. I smiled again. That was so typical of Reid.