Magnus POV

I was in my room watching some show about a dude with a dead puppet (shown above) who was talking about water. Something about skin.

"I'm just angry because Facebook won't let me on Facebook!" Said the skeleton. "Why?" Asked a guy. "Because I don't have a FACE! Maybe I need more WATER!" The skeleton shouted.

Then there was a knock at the door. I opened it and was tackled to the ground. I immediately realized my mistake. Today was January 16. My birthday. I then remembered I hadn't told Alex. I hoped she couldn't see my face paling.

"You little idiot! Tell me dates!" She snarled. She was so adorable when she was angry. Then she picked me up and threw me in my bed. Then she jumped on top of me and gave me a rough passionate kiss. I gladly returned the favor. She pulled away, "That's for your birthday," then she slapped me across the face, "That's for not telling me its your birthday!"

I laughed. She grabbed the remote turned on the puppet show and burst out laughing. "You watch Jeff Dunham?!" She asked.

"Is that his name?" I asked. With real surprise. She looked at me with her brown and amber eyes. She was slowly leaning in. I was to. We met in the middle for a nice length kiss. Then she looked at me. Her eyes were anxious and concerned.

"What's wrong hon?" She asked me, "Why didn't you tell me or Tj or Half born or Mallory it was your b-day?" I frowned. And her frown deepened. She poked me in the chest "Tell me."

I sighed "OK so my mom died protecting me from the wolves and I ran, like the coward I am. I thought I deserved to die. Then I did and I came here I realized I didn't deserve death either." I looked at her to continue the story

Alex POV

"I don't deserve to be celebrated. It was my fault she di-" I cut him off with a kiss not wanting his words to hurt himself.

"I have an idea." I said. He looked interested. We gathered all our stuff to go camping. When we arrived we set up our tents. Then we just kissed a lot before we knew it, it was night time.

Magnus had a bad spot for a sleeping bag. His spot was gravelly rocky and rough. I had a soft comfy spot my bag was big enough for two. "Maggie come on my bag has enough room you can sleep with me." I swear I could see his blush in the dark. He lay down next to me and I messed with him. I was only wearing a bra and undies. I held out my arms he cuddled into my almost bare chest.

"Happy birthday Maggie" I said. I went up to kiss him. He beat me to it. Our lips collided.

"It really was" he said.