"Glen, hey!" I greet the person on the other side of the line. "Are you free right now? Because I.... kind of have something to ask. It's only if you're free. I can get-"

"Yeah, yeah, I am totally free right now," Glen cuts me off after chuckling. "And what's that favour, may I know?"

I smile, knowing how Glen would always be there to help me. "Remember next week? 3rd of October?" I ask him with a frown, thinking how to ask him to help me.

"3rd October. That's Danny's birthday," Glen states. "Why?"

I face-palm and tap my own forehead with my free hand. "Well, what else did I want you to help me if it's not for his party?" I sarcastically say.

He chuckles. "Right, right. What else...." He says to himself as if fooling himself. "So you're asking me a plan?"

"Not exactly." I shake my head though Glen couldn't see me. "I already have the plan. I just do not know where to do the party," I tell him.

"Ha!" Glen enthusiastically cheers. "Do you want somewhere near or far or-"

"I kind of want to do it at a farm." I wince as I explain my idea.

"F-farm?!" Glen kind of shouts.

"Hey, who's there?" I hear Mark's voice in a distant.

"Kay," he tells Mark before returning to me. "Who's birthday party is this? You? I know you'd always love the farm back at your home. Well, to be honest, it smells, Kay. You should pick-"

"What if I say it's a win-win situation?" I smirk to myself like an idiot. I know I shouldn't. "Danny loves it so much. He wants to go back to my village, but it's far. I know you guys wouldn't make it quick because you'll have press and all this week?"

Glen sighs, as if he wants to say no, but reluctant to agree with my suggestion. He says, "It smells, Kayla. I know Danny wouldn't mind but-"

"Are you going to help me or not?" I ask him in my boring tone, looking at nothing in particular with boredom in my eyes. Oh, I am such a drama queen.

Glen didn't answer straight away. He puts me on hold as if I got time for his little discussion with Mark about this whole thing. We have farms all over Ireland so I don't know how it sounds so hard for them - Glen and Mark - to help search and book it for me.

"Dude, this girl is crazy," I hear Glen whines to Mark.

"Why? What's wrong?"

"She wants me to find a farm for Danny's birthday!" Glen practically yells. Though his voice sounds a bit far from the phone, but he sounds as if he's still on the phone.

"Hurry up, Glenny, my credit is running!" I warn as I hear him and Mark continue to discuss.

"Well I know a few-" Glen cuts himself from talking to Mark about the farm and groans. And I can even feel he's rolling his big, creepy eyes. "You know what? Let's meet up tomorrow. I know one or two farms and I have actually been there quite a few times. The owners there kinda know me and who knows if one of them is kind enough to let us use his farm for Danny's birthday party, right?" Glen explains and I cannot help but smile in triumph.

"Yes!" I cheer. "I want Mark there, too," I say as if there's nothing wrong with the sentence, but soon as I realise how wrong the sentence sounded, I quickly add, "I mean, you guys are his best friends, right, I don't want any of you miss it."

Glen chuckles lightly. "Yeah, I understand, don't worry," he says. "So meet you at the usual place? 10 a.m.? The farm takes an hour or two so I am afraid we'll get back late tomorrow afternoon. I know how jealous Danny can get when you're out with us."

"Noted!" I say as I scribble the time and place on my personal sticky note. "See you tomorrow."

"See ya."

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I wake up early the next morning, excited to see the farm Glen and Mark are going to show to me. Danny's birthday is just in a few days, but I now cannot wait to celebrate it. It feels as if it's my birthday not his.

What Glen said was right. About how I love the farm. Because for me, though farms has that unpleasant smell, but in some ways it reminds me of where I actually came from and I don't want to forget it. I came from a small town far, far away from Dublin, from Ireland itself and to be here, living with Danny and being friends with members of The Script is still like a dream to me though I already knew them for almost a year and a half.

I quickly clean myself and dress myself in thick, long-sleeved boys t-shirt and a pair of skinny jeans. I grab my coat and scarf in case the temperature outside drops. It's not like it's not already cold out there, but the weather here is cold all day. Or could I say all year because I don't remember I am shopping for summer.

Danny is still sleeping and I don't want to wake him up, knowing how tired he is from work. Smiling at myself with the sight of his peaceful face while sleeping, I go downstairs to make breakfast for him; meanwhile for me, I pack my own breakfast in a tupperware so I can eat in the car.

Remember Glen said it takes a few hours to reach there? Well I am afraid I might get hungry in the car, but too lazy to hop out to buy foods that's why I am bringing from home. Safe in various ways.

Just when I am about to go out, I hear footsteps descending the stairs. When I turn around, I see sleepy, messy Danny looking at me in confusion.

"Where are you going?" He asks, squinting his eyes as the bright light from outside barges into the house when I open the door.

"Oh, I am meeting my old friends from high school," I lie to him, didn't realise that I didn't grow up here. I don't know why I feel so good lying to him this time.

"Oh," he says, nodding his head without asking more questions. Maybe he's still half-asleep and his brain is still warming up. "Careful out there," he says. The usual.

"Always will," I smile. Aside from I am always careful when I am out for him, I am going out with Glen and Mark, they always keep me safe for him, too.

Danny comes down the stairs and walks towards me. I know what's that for and I pleasantly smile and take a step towards him, didn't want him feel as if he's the only one who wants the kiss of goodbye.

After giving him a quick kiss and I begin to turn around and head outside once again when I remember the breakfast I made. "Oh, yeah, I made you breakfast," I tell him, pointing at the dining area where our dining table is located (of course).

Danny smiles sweetly. "Thank you."

"I have to go. Bye!"

"Bye, baby! I love you."

"I love you, too."

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Our house (it's actually Danny's) only takes a few minutes to reach the 'usual place.' By the time I got there, Glen is already waiting for me, leaning his back against his car. One of his hands is shoved inside his leather jacket and the other has a cigarette in between his fingers. I put on a smile on my face as I approach him.

"Morning, Mr. Power," I greet him.

"Morning, Mrs. O'donoghue. How nice to see you smiling." Glen smiles back at me before he puts his cigarette in between his lips, smoking.

"I am not married to him, Glen. Stop calling me Mrs. O'donoghue," I blush as I tell him.

"Oh trust me you will," Glen states, nodding his head and looks at me with determination.

I know Danny loves me so much. He tells me every single time no matter where he is. Though our relationship has been longer than I would expected, but I could count how times many we talk about marriage. And I didn't know if he talks about marrying me to his friends. He never talked about it.

It's kind of awkward when Glen says Danny is going to marry me though everybody knows how deeply in love we are and how his friends would call me 'Mrs. O'donoghue.'

I laugh. "Whatever." I roll my eyes.

Glen finish up smoking his cigarette before we start piling up Glen's car. I know I am going to ride his car that's why I didn't ask. And since it's a public place, I don't really mind leaving my car here. Plus, I am not going to be back until dawn so I don't think there's anything to worry about.

I get into Glen's car and ready to close the door when I feel a presence of someone. And it's not just it; in between the bushes just a few meters from Glen's parked car, I feel someone watching me. Intense. Creepy. It feels as if whoever is watching me could burn his/her stare through my body. I try to look in between the bushes with my four eyes, but I didn't see anything. And as soon as the feeling finally washed out, I re-focuse on my current mission.

"Hey, where's Mark?" I ask as I buckle my seatbelt.

"Said he had to drop his wife at her mom's house so he'll come-"

"Isn't that.... Mark?" I ask, pointing to my right side, where a guy riding his chopper is heading towards us.

Glen turns and scoffs. "Guess he's as excited as us."