I open my eyes and groggily look up at the clock next to my bed. It’s 1:30 PM. Oh how I love sleeping in. I roll over and am shocked to see a grinning Ashley sitting next to me…holding a cupcake? Yeah, she’s definitely holding a little cupcake with blue frosting and a candle stuck into it.

"Happy birthday, sleepy head!" she exclaims.
"Ashley, did you bake me a cupcake?" I ask excitedly.
"No, I bought it," she laughs. "But I bought it with love. Make a wish!" She pulls out a lighter and lights the single candle on the cupcake.
"Hmm…what to wish for?" I ponder outloud. I close my eyes and, in my head, I wish to be happy with Ashley forever. Fairy tale-ish, I know. But whatever. I blow out the candle.

Ashley sets the cupcake on the nightstand and leans in to kiss me. I wrap my arms around her neck and attempt to pull her into bed with me. Suddenly, she stops and pulls away. "You’re gonna be mad," she says.
I sigh, "why?"
"I have to go pick up Kyla from the airport. I’ll miss your party," she frowns.
"It’s okay, I guess," I pout.
"I’ll be back later, though," she smiles. "I’ll make it up to you."
I smile back. "Fine," I say.
"I should get going. Kyla will flip if I’m late." I pull her in for another kiss and let her go.

I can’t help but stare at her tight ass as she walks to the door. She stops in the doorway and turns to face me. "Like what you see?" she asks. I nod as she winks at me and blows me a kiss. "Bye, Spence. Don’t miss me and my ass too much, k?" And with that she’s gone.

I’m pretty bummed that Ashley won’t be here for most of my birthday, but I look forward to seeing her later. I proceed to get out of bed and get dressed. The party passes by rather quickly. I enjoy seeing all of my friends in one place – except for Ashley and Kyla, that is. I  can’t deny that I had fun, even without Ashley there.

Every one is starting to leave when I glance at my phone to check the time. 8:30. I wonder when when she’ll be here. Once everyone is gone, I go up to my room to change. I put on a short skirt and a lacy tank-top. Good enough, I think to myself. My phone vibrates with a text alert. It’s from Ashley. "Come to your front door," it reads. I put on my flipflops and go to the door. Ashley is standing there and she puts out her hand. I take it and she leads me to her car.