There is one thing one thing that I do love about winter, the fact that it is so cold and it's so comfy to stay wrapped in my blankets sleeping the day of my birthday. Yeah, today is my birthday, and I couldn't be more happy than I am right now, snuggled in my blankets like a caterpillar, peacefully sleeping.
There is nothing better than sleeping in, okay maybe there is. The smell that was around my house right now. Oh dear God, it smells like blueberry chocolate muffins and coffee. How I love coffee! I closed my eyes once again and tried to go back to bed, cause I knew that in a few minutes my mother would come up and wake me up to have a birthday breakfast.
The door opened and I hid my head with the duvet. The steps were slightly heavier, but I wasn't in the mood to think about who owned them. There was silence, and I was totally confused, why on earth would my stop abruptly and not say anything? I was about to sit up and figure out who the hell was in my bedroom when I felt a huge body landing on mine.
"It's time to wake up Scotty Scoot!" Slate voice sang. I grunted and wriggled, trying to get myself under him. "How's the baby today?" He asked before he started tickling me.
"STOP!" I shouted between laughter. "Slate!" I bit something.
"Oi!" Slate exclaimed as he fell off my bed. "That's not fair Scotland."
I sat up and rolled my eyes before laughing at my best friend on the floor. Do you get this kind of relationship? Yeah, I love it. He sent a wink in my direction and I rolled my eyes. He's always flirting with me, and I don't understand why!
"What are you doing here?" I rubbed my eyes.
"I wanted to sing Happy Birthday to my biggest fan and best friend of all times." Slate smiled like a little kid on Christmas.
I scrunched my face. "Are you going to sing to me?" He laughed and stood up. "Slate? What the hell?"
"Right now no." Slate replied and smiled. "Your mom asked me to wake you up for your birthday breakfast." He said. "I suggest you fix your best nest and clean that mouth of yours before joining us. After breakfast I have a surprise for you."
"Slate!" I whined as I got off from my bed. "You know that I hate surprises." I pouted.
"You're going to love this one." He said pinching my nose. "Meet me downstairs." He said walking towards the door. "By the way," He said turning around. "I love your Mickey pjs." He laughed pointed at my shirt and walked out of my room.
"Idiot!" I shouted and laughed as I made my way towards my bathroom.
Slate was right, my hair looked like a bird nest, and I needed to brush my teeth. I let out a sigh as I placed the toothpaste on my toothbrush and began brushing my teeth. When I was done, I brushed my hair and tied it up in messy ponytail.
I don't get what's so special about me. I'm fairly average and Slate is always complimenting me and such. I still don't understand how he is single, I mean he is a man God and so sweet. Do me a favour, don't tell him I said he was a man God...
"Scotland Inn!" My mother shouted from the kitchen. "Hurry up before Slate eats all of your breakfast!"
"I'm going!" I shouted back and rushed down the stairs. Slate was able to eat all my birthday breakfast.
"Slate this is getting annoying." I whined as I tried to get the blindfold out of my eyes.
"Stop!" Slate said grabbing my hands. "Do I have to handcuff you as well?"
"What kind of perverted asshole are you?" I laughed. "How dare you handcuff me while I am blindfolded! I need my hands free to prevent you from doing anything!" I couldn't stop laughing.
"Just chill." Slate kissed my head. "We'll be there soon."
"You said that like two hours ago!" I whined, stomping my foot, trying to make a small tantrum.
"I said that ten minutes ago Scotty." Slate said most likely rolling his eyes. "Keep it quiet, we are missing like five minutes of ride."
"Fine." I sighed and rested my head on the window.
After the birthday breakfast Slate had decided that he was going to give me my surprise. I thought he meant a gift wrapped, you know a nerf gun or a new pair of vans, hence! even a necklace could have done the job, but NO! he decided to make get dressed, and then wrap a blindfold before pushing me inside a car.
Not joking, I had been stuck in the car listening to Slate singing (not complaining though) for about an hour or so. I knew he wanted to be a good friend and stuff, but he knows that I absolutely HATE surprises. What is the point of the agonising moments of not knowing what is happening? I don't get that...
"Ok." Slate said as the car came to a stop. "I am going to help you out of the car, but you have to promise not to look through the blindfold."
"Slate." I rolled my eyes, even when he couldn't see. "If the blindfold were see-through I would have seen where I was being taken."
"Right." He chuckled. "Come on now smartypants." He said grabbing my hand. "Watch your step."
"Noted." I said as I got down the car. "I will watch my- HOLY SHIT!" I exclaimed and laughed as I almost landed on my face.
Slate laughed as he helped me. "I can't believe that you little clumsy ass was ever a cheerleader and gymnastic pro."
"Shut up." I laughed. "I didn't do tricks blindfolded genius."
"I know." Slate laughed. "You know what, hop on. It's going to be way easier and faster."
"I would totally hop on Theo James right now, but I don't get the point." I blabbed when I felt Slate picking me up bridal style.
"You are so random." Slate laughed. "I don't get how I am friends with you."
"Your life wouldn't be as interesting as it is because of me." I beamed a smile. "You know you looove me Slate." I pinched his cheeks.
"I do Scotty." He smiled. "Now, I am going to let go of you, and then take off the blindfold." I nodded and felt as Slate let go of my legs so that I could stand up. When I was secure he removed the blindfold.
It cost me a second to get used to the sun on my eyes, but when I was able to see, I was mesmerised. No, I wasn't in some beautiful meadow, I was in the middle of a stadium. This is the view Slate has, this is the view he is going to have for the rest of his life. I was in love with it.
"Wow." I breathed.
"You like it?" Slate questioned stepping next to me.
"I love it." I smiled. "You have to send me a selfie of the empty stadium when you are on tour."
"I'm not doing that." Slate said and I frowned.
"Why not?" I questioned.
"Because you are going to be with me." Slate smiled and I was confused. "You're going on tour with me." He beamed.
"SWEET JESUS!" I shouted and hugged him.
This was the best birthday present. I was so sad that he was going on tour and that I was going to be stuck back home, doing God-knows-what, and now he is telling me that I am going to be beside him for his tour.
He is definitely the best friend someone could ever ask for.