everyone ·· i want cake err day err day

[sage ashton tremblay]

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i don't want no cake on my birthday. i want cake err day err day.

jane barlow had put together the most cheesy birthday playlist for sage's birthday party in the deserted treehouse of jenkins park. so far it had played birthday songs by flo rida, the beatles, jeremiah (birthday sex), timbaland, and stevie wonder. sage wasn't sure if jane had this cd tucked in storage until birthdays came along, or she had made it for him. nonetheless, he found this cheesy gesture of a birthday mixtape to be adorable.

though he knew the abandoned treehouse at jenkins park wouldn't be able to fit many people, sage thought it would be perfect that way. at most, he assumed the treehouse could comfortably fit ten people and really, that was perfect for sage. he didn't want a bunch of people he didn't really know or care for coming into the treehouse and drinking all the booze they bought for his twentieth birthday. sage actually preferred intimate, closer gatherings as opposed to wild ragers.

sage was sunken in one of the beanbags they had bought at a garage sale and thrown into the treehouse, with an open can of beer in his hands. jane had helped him decorate the treehouse that afternoon in attempt to make it look super festive. they brought in a few used beanbags and lawn chairs, christmas lights, a boombox (that was currently playing the birthday mixtape), and a few posters they found on sale at the bookstore at kolohe centera. sage set his beer can on one of the few tables in the treehouse. he walked up to jane and hugged her from behind, giving her a kiss on the ear. she was so perfect for throwing this for him. he wanted to give her everything, or something, to say thank you.

instead, he just spun her around to face him and gave her a million kisses. yep, that would do for now. "will you dance avec moi, mademoiselle?" sage's french was sloppy, but he knew a few words. and he faked his accent the best he could, though he only had the stereotypical french men with curly moustaches to mimic. sage put one hand on the small of jane's back, and used his other to lead her around the tiny treehouse, dodging any chairs that were in the way.

and this was how they would spend the rest of the afternoon waiting for their guests to arrive. sage felt like a little girl about to have a tea party with her stuffed bunnies and bears.

[jane aniya barlow]

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{ jane barlow waltzed around the deserted treehouse, lighting candles. she hated that sage had arrived with her before it she was entirely finished setting up. though they had "set up" together, sage would never know jane had been in there burning incense and cleaning out the window panes earlier. it was his birthday, and jane wanted everything to be perfect. not only because she'd been ditching their dates and avoiding him to get in more dance practice with monsieur einaki, but because of the secret she was harboring inside. or more of like a secret she wasn't sure of, because she wasn't sure. nonetheless, this day was about sage. he deserved it; he was so wonderful. he deserved to turn twenty in a tree.

sage crept up behind jane and kissed her ear. shivers ran up and down her spine. her goosebumps rose even more as he spun her around and kissed her tenderly all over her face. how adorable was he. jane wanted to eat him alive right then and there. who needed birthday cake when you had sage tremblay? when sage asked jane to dance she thought she would die. he placed his hand on the small of her back, awaking the butterflies in her stomach, and led her around the room. the two were clumsy, but it couldn't have been more perfect.

jane stood up on her toes, kissing the bridge of sage's nose softly. "happy birthday, tremblay." she whispered. she wanted to just sink into him all night and cry the tears she'd been holding in, and eat pickles and ice cream and tell him everything that was on her mind. but it was his birthday. his fucking birthday. jane clung to sage as he spun her around, feeling sorry for herself. when she heard a few familiar voices outside of the tree house and the headlights of a car she couldn't view entirely, jane found herself wishing she was more disappointed than she was relieved.

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[kennis brielle duffy]

A shaved ice in one hand and a tightly wrapped joint in the other, Kennis traipsed up to the tree house. “Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you-u-u-u,” she sang loudly to announce her presence and skipped across the bridge; she stopped in the doorway and put the joint to her lips. “Hello, lovebirds, am I early?” Kennis asked with a large grin, smoke floating from her mouth with each word. Ever since Theo’s disappearance she had been overcompensating by acting extremely accepting of couples. Honestly, what else could someone do when their boyfriend was legally considered a missing person?

“I got you a birthday shaved ice, but I ate some of it,” she admitted as she walked over, holding up the cup. She looked between the two and noticed the distance, a quick move most teenagers would be familiar with. She grinned and stepped back and looked around. “I don’t think the tree house was even this clean when it was built,” she commented casually as she looked around, she opened her tote and produced a package neatly wrapped in Halloween themed paper.

It was the only kind she could find in the dorm, she didn’t even know why they had Dracula wrapping paper. Seriously, who is giving gifts on Halloween? ”Will anyone partake?” she asked as she pulled the joint from her mouth.

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