It's Your What?

*Billie's POV*

Chelsea came rushing down the stairs.

"It's my birthday!" she announced.

I gave her my best oh-shit-it's-your-birthday? look and her face fell.

"You... You forgot?" she asked, her voice cracking.

"Lemme make it up to you- follow me" I said, gesturing for her to follow me.

She reluctantly did, but insisted on Mike coming.

I put my hands over her eyes, and walked her around town for a bit, before stopping in front of the nearby movie theatre.

"Movies? THATS how you plan on making it up to me?" she said, in disbelief.

I shrugged and looked behind her.

The guys were in position, hiding inside a large box covered in wrapping paper.

I gestured for her to turn around, and she did so.

"Look dad, unless you've got Good Charlotte in there or something, it's gonna take a litle while to forgive you. I mean, it's unlikely that you have them in there" she said, laughing at the last part.

"Just open it" i said.

She did so, tearing the wrapping paper off.

She opened the box and almost fainted.

"Happy Birthday To You! Happy Birthday To You! Happy Birthday Dear Chelsea! Happy Birthday To You!" They sang.

She seriously looked like she was going to cry!

Benji saw this and signalled for her to give him a hug.

She did so, and a large smile appeared on her face.

"So.... You single?" Joel asked in a flirty voice.

Mike tensed up and stepped in.

"No. I have a boyfriend and... here he is!" She said, shouting the next part.

I could tell Joel seemed upset by this, but he hid it well.

Geez, what was his problem?

Mike shook all their hands and wrapped his arms around Chelsea's neck from behind.

Joel's eyes widened.

He seemed... hurt?

Ahh well, Chelsea's goin' out with Mike, and they're great together.

Suddenly, Joel came over to me.

"Billie- you're not actually okay with that, are you?" He whispered to me.

I looked at him shocked.

"I mean think about it- She's 16, He's 18! She needs someone closer to her age, someone like-" Joel started.

"Joel! I've seen them together and they're great. Im not gonna break them up just for you" i firmly told him.

He sighed. "Fine" He sulkily mumbled, and walked off, muttering something to himself with his hands in his pockets and his feet dragging.

So...

How'd ya like ma babes Good Charlotte?

BTW, im sure Joel-Mole (my nickname for him) isn't really like this in real life, it's just otherwise it wouldn't really... work.

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