~Remy~

I've always thought birthdays were kind of pointless. I mean what's to be celebrated living? I do that everyday. But for some reason I don't hate my birthday's. Not since before I was ten at least.

My birthday goes the exact same every year. First I wake up to Maxwell talking about how I was "just a little boy so long ago, now I'm becoming a man!" and my sister making fun of me for it. Then he starts dotting on her and I get to laugh at that as well.

The two of us are twins so we share a birthday. You'd think it'd be hard having to share your special day, but for us it's never been an issue! We both have the same friends, a lot of the same interests, and have always gotten along well enough. Plus, for me I try to keep my birthday like any other day. That doesn't stop Monique from going all out though.

I go to school like normal, continuing through my day. A couple people might notice it's my birthday and wish me well. As much as I find that annoying it'll never be as annoying as the confessions I get. For some reason I at least get one confessions a year on my birthday. It's usually just a girl I sit next to and are moderately friendly towards. They always seem to try and make the day centred around themselves.

Example:

A girl I said hi to maybe three times left me a letter to meet her on the rooftop. And here's how that interaction kinda went.

Girl: I've been in love with you for as long as I can remember. Your smile instantly lights up a room and your eyes are so positively perfect!!! I know on this day, you yearn for someone to share it with. I-I'd like to be that someone!!!

Me: Do I know you or...?

Girl: Umm, I'm Olive...

Me: ...

Olive: Y-You said you l-liked m-my sh-shoes once!

Me: Did you steal that monologue from a Hillmark movie?

Olive: ...yes

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It's like they don't realize I have friends and a social life. Speaking of friends after school I always hang out with my friends. Monique and I open presents, eat cake, the whole shleblam. Then we all fall asleep watching a crappy movie.

That's exactly what happened this birthday. I can always predict what'll happen. Most people get tired of the every day, but for me I find comfort in it. I enjoy knowing what to expect and knowing it'll be a great, happy day.

Half asleep My hand intertwines with Conner's. Monique, Piper, and Riley knocked out. My sister's new camera around her neck as random pictures scattered across the living room floor. It was a birthday gift from me, though the idea came from Piper.

I'm wearing a brand new black fuzzy sweater Conner gifted me. It smells just like him and that gives me butterflies. Even now holding his hand I can't think straight. I'm so dazed I don't even listen to the movie just the sounds of our breathing.

In, Out

In, Out

In...

Conner rests his head on my shoulder reminding me of just how short he is. I giggle to myself as I remember all the times he complained about his height. Personally I think he's perfect just the way he is!

In, Out

In, Out

In...

"Are you having a good birthday," Conner shyly questions avoiding my intent gaze. A wide grin plasters onto my face as I bask in the TV light. "I wanted to make it really special this year..."

"Hmmm, let's see," I tease him. "The cake was great, the presents were great, and everything was overall great! So, I despised everything about it." Conner rolls his eyes.

"Shut up..." Conner mumbles. We sit silently for a moment enjoying the moment. "Do you actually like the cake, the sweater, the movie?"

"Duh!" I laughed. "I'm would wear this sweater everyday if I could! We got Monique and I favourite cake flavour. Also the movie's crappy, of course I love'd it!"

Did you actually have a good birthday though...?

"With you, any day's a good day Conner."