The few days after the funfair I had spent with Spencer until I had to away for a week with my family, I had arranged this the other day when I found out Spencer didn’t want me at her birthday, and I didn’t get back until the day after Spencer’s birthday. Truth is I get back on the morning of her birthday but I didn’t want her to know that and feel obliged to invite me if it would cause conflict between her and her other friends, so I thought it best to just take myself out of the picture. The night before I was leaving I was hanging out with Spencer, like I ever did much else.

"Do you have to go? You won’t be here for my birthday if you do." She said to me.
"Yeah, I already promised I would. And besides I thought I wasn’t invited to whatever you were doing on your birthday…?"
"Well you are. That was just me being stupid because everyone else just wanted it to be the old group."
"Which I still think is ridiculous; it’s your birthday, not theirs."
"I know that, which is why I want you there."
"It’s too late now, I’ll see you the day after, don’t worry."
"You promise?"
"I promise. But I better get going, I still have to pack." I said as I got ready to leave.
"I’m going to miss you."
"I’ll miss you too, so much. But it’s only a week, I’ll be seeing you soon enough." I said as I kissed her cheek and pulled her in for a lingering hug. With that I walked away and made my way home to continue packing for my trip tomorrow.

My week away with my family was really good actually. I’d never have believed you if you told me that before I went, but it was. I missed Spencer so much though; we text eachother everyday telling the other how much we couldn’t wait until I was home again. The week passed by relatively quickly. On my last night I text Spencer at 12am as it’s now officially her birthday. I tell her that I’m sorry I can’t be there with her but I hope she has a great day anyway.

The next day I leave to go back home and that night I spoke to Spencer to say happy birthday again and ask her how her day was.
“Happy Birthday to you, happy birthday to you. Happy birthday dear Spencer. Happy birthday to you.” I screeched at the top of my voice.
“Hahaha wow, that was wonderful.”
“Wasn’t it just. So how was your day?”
“It was okay.”
“Just okay? Come on Spence, it was your big One Six. What’d you get up to?”
“Well no one could make it apart from Zoe. So she threw me a little party, just the two of us. It was nice, but it was just us…” I can’t help but feel bad, she was supposed to have a good birthday, she deserved a good birthday. But is it wrong that I feel a little bit happy at this in a sort of ‘you should’ve just invited me’ way?
“Well that sucks, but I’m glad Zoe tried to make it good for you. So are we still on for tomorrow?”
“We sure are, I can’t wait.”
“Me neither Blue Eyes.” We finished the phone call arranging a time and a place to meet the next day, then I showered and went to bed because I was beat.