Chapter Seventeen

                                    

                                          
(Jayy)

                          
It's November 17th today. To other people, I don't think anything special really happens today, but it's Skuy's birthday, and that's special to us despite him thinking it's not. Dahvie and I were just setting up some finishing touches for the party that we were having for him. Like we'd promised him, it wasn't going to be big. The only people we invited were Jeffree, Stephen, and Nada (and her little girl), and they had all come. Jeffree, Nada, and Amber were in the living room with Dahvie, doing something or other. 
                          
Stephen was helping me put the finishing touches on the frosting of the cake that Dahvie made. Skuy was going to be here any minute now, and I needed to stick this in the fridge. We wrote 'Happy 21st' in the center, and each of us drew a stupid little icing picture on it somewhere else. I can be artistic on a piece of paper, but drawing with icing on a cake seems to give me trouble. A lot of trouble.
                          
"Okay, awesome." I said, mostly to myself. I don't really know if it looks anything like what it was supposed to be, but it was done. I have to say that the cake looks pretty fucking fantastic, and Skuy would get what it was supposed to be. It's super convenient that we have so many stupid inside jokes
                          
"Alright." Stephen replied. "Awesome! Shove the icing somewhere and I'll put it in the fridge." 
                          
As I was putting the icing in the cupboard and Stephen was doing that, I got a text from Skuy. Am I allowed to come in? I shouted to Dahvie that he was here and went to go get the door for him. It wasn't like this was a surprise or anything. He knew we were having a party because we planned it a while ago, but he doesn't know who was here (besides Dahvie, myself, and Amber) or what we've got planned. 
                          
I opened the door to find him standing there. He smiled when he saw me and I gave him a hug. I thought he might have stayed in the car because I never texted him back, but he didn't, obviously. (Stephen got a new car last week, so he gave Skuy his old SUV.)
                          
"Hi." He said, laughing. 
                          
"Hello!" I kissed his nose and he scrunched it up and made a face like he always does. 
                          
"Eww..." He tried to make it sound whiny but he just kind of sounded silly. I think he knew it, because he laughed. "Okay, seriously, can I come in?"
                          
"Yes, you can." I let him go, took his hand, and brought him inside. 
                          
"So... who's here?" He asked me with a quizzical, slightly suspicious look on his face.
                          
"Dahvie, of course. Jeffree, Amber, Stephen, and Nada." I replied. "And a certain somebody who is very excited to see you again."
                          
"Nada brought Lydia?" I told him yes and he smiled happily. Then he jokingly said, that "Nobody better be offended if I hang with the little kid more than them."
                          
"I'm sure that none of us would be. I know how you are with her." I laughed and took him into the living room where Dahvie immediately jumped in behind him and covered his eyes. 
                          
"Hey..." Skuyler frowned and crossed his arms. He'd be (mostly jokingly) pissed if Dahvie fucked up his eye-makeup. "Why am I not allowed to see?"
                          
"Because a two year old accidentally unwrapped one of your presents and Jeffree is fixing it." Dahvie replied, grinning. "Calm your tits."
                          
"Hmm. I am perfectly calm, Dahves." Skuy smirked and then frowned again. "Also I told you guys not to get me presents..."
                          
"We realize that, cutie," Amber said happily, skipping over to us, "but we decided to ignore that request." 
                          
"Ugh..." Skuy groaned and Dahvie let go of him. I dunno if he did it because Amber called him cute, because we ignored him, or both. "You're all difficult."