Sober

I looked down the razor blades on my hand, they were a little rusty, but I’m sure they still worked

“Mikelle?” I heard someone calling me

“Bathroom” I replied, still looking at the blades

“Mik, everyone is—What are you doing?”

I looked up to see Fabz, my best friend, standing there with a worried look on her face

“I was looking for his birthday present and I found these” I hold up the blades

“You weren’t—” she asked

“No, I was not, it’s just it brought me memories from when I was ‘that’ girl” I said

“Well, we’re waiting for you downstairs and he doesn’t want to open a present without you” Fabz chuckled

I knelt down to grab my boyfriend present and right before I left the bathroom, I flushed the blades down the drain. I didn’t need them anymore. Not since I got him, he kept me sober and I was forever grateful, I found someone who actually cared for me.

“That’s my girl” Fabz said smiling at me

I descended the stairs, going to the living room where everyone was, Fabz with Matt, Zacky with Kayla, Mary with Brian and my crazy ass birthday boy boyfriend.

Jimmy.

“Kell!” he jumped out of his spot “Where the hell where were you, doll?” he pecked my lips

You see, I was wrong about not seeing the stranger again. Jimmy and I bumped ways too many times to count, he started to go more often to school, he introduced me to his friends and then he finally asked me out and BAM! 3 years later, here we are celebrating his 23 birthday.

“I was looking for something” I teased

“Uh, I like the sound of that. . .” he whispered “Is it something really sexy, like lingerie?”

“What!? Jimmy no” his face dropped “At least not here” I grinned

“STOP FUCKING EACH OTHER, DOWN THERE!” Brian yelled

“Yeah, at least wait until we’re gone” Mary said

I rolled my eyes and extended my hand with a large box and he took it from my hands and ripped it open. . .

“DRUMSTICKS SIGNED BY MIKE PORTNOY!!” he yelled more than excited “THANK YOU! THANK YOU! THANK YOU!” he kissed me all over my face, he looked like a dog whose master just give him a treat

“Ji—Jimmy stop!” I said “You’re making me tickle”

“I love you, Mikelle” he pecked my lips

“I love you, too Jimmy” I said