Title: From My Heart To You


The pounding on the door disturbs me from what up
until that point had been a very nice nap. I stumble
to the door and swing it open. "What do you want?"

Peter grins maddeningly at me. "Hey sleepyhead. Get
dressed, we're going out."

What does it say about me that I start changing before
I've even asked where we're going? "What am I getting
dressed for?"

The same stupid smile. "It's your birthday. I was
sent to collect you for the party."

I raise an eyebrow. "Party?" No one had informed me
of a party. Hell, do I even have enough friends to
have a party?

"Yeah, the party. Hurry up, your chariot awaits." He
rolls his eyes, and I do end up moving faster,
although I don't know why. I don't want to go to a
party, to make nice all night and put up with
everyone's false kindness. Especially not on my
birthday. I'd rather just be by myself. But hell, if
Pete went though the trouble of putting together a
party, I guess I really don't have the right to
complain.

So, I finish making myself look presentable and follow
Pete to his car. We get in and he starts driving.
He's almost speeding, but I don't bother to comment.
I'm too nervous- what if I make an idiot of myself at
this party? God, I hate this, I hate having to worry
about what everyone else thinks. And it probably
won't even be my friends, it'll be his. Not that
there's anything wrong with his friends, they just
worry me. I don't want to wake up tomorrow passed out
in an alley somewhere. That might be their idea of
birthday fun.

I should just relax, I'm only scaring myself. It
won't be that bad...I'll get through it. It'll make
Pete happy. And maybe I'll have fun, maybe it'll do
me some good to get out...

And maybe pigs will fly. Who am I kidding? And
great, he's stopping the car. "Close your eyes," he
instructs me.

I shake my head. "No way."

He pouts. "Don't you trust me?"

"No. Should I?"

But I close my eyes anyway, letting him lead me out of
the car, up some stairs, and then I'm pushed through a
door. "Ok, you can open your eyes now," Pete tells
me. And I do. And I gasp in shock.

A candle-lit table set for two sits in the middle of
Pete's living room. There's no one else in the room,
just me, Pete, and the table. I turn around to face
him. "What's going on?"

The grin on Pete's face could light a small city.
"You're so gullible. Did you REALLY think I was gonna
make you sit there with a fake grin pasted to your
face on your birthday?"

I blush, too embarrassed to answer. But I don't have
to, because Pete captures my lips in a kiss. Once we
break apart, he holds me close to him. "Happy
birthday, you little dork," he whispers.