“Good morning,” I said, with a big grin on my face. Standing cross the bed, I saw Brian tried to wake up as he annoyed by my thunder voice.
The spike haired boy was yawning, and still had smoky eyes he murmured, “What the hell you are doing in this earl, Zack?” He was looking around, still black. It was around 12, I guess. “Damn you.”
“Nothing,” I shrugged. “Just to say HAPPY BIRTHDAY SYN GATES! Best wishes for you and I always, will be, loving you!” I jumped to the bed and hugged him thightly.
He, unlike what I had predicted, confused and acted a rejection against my hug. “What the fuck, Zack. You’re ruining my sleep... And I gotta wake at 6 am!” He raged.
I frowned. “Man, you aren’t happy?”
“About what?”
“It’s your birthday!” I snapped. “I woke up exactly at 12 just to say a birthday wish and now you complained about what I have done?! Oh man, you ruin yourself.”
“Zack, it’s should be ME who is angry.” He bolded. His voice turned into black, literally or was it just me. “You know something? I hate birthday.”
I silenced. I lifted my eyebrow. “Wha-?”
“Wasn’t that clear? I hate birthday.”
“Bbu.. but why? How come? How suppose birthday is being your freakest thing you hate?” I babbled, I couldn’t understand.
“Because nothing comes special on that day.” He spoke. “Come on, they just congratulate you but then they just do nothing after.”
“Man,” I said. “You’re damn sick. It’s not about special day; it’s about the day you’re grown older and people around you ARE celebrating IT.”
“So?”
“So you should appreciate it, then!” I hissed. I lost my patience already.
He sighed. “Zacky,” He put on a a smoke. “They give me much attention. You know I hate something like that.”
I stared him. That’s not something you call a reason. That’s a bullshit. “Bullshit.” I said. “You should be grateful of your attention.”
“Nah.”
“Fine!” I finally had a plan. “How if I DON’T give you any attention today?”
He furrowed, and laughed. “Fine, then.”
I was so mad to see how plain his face was. Then I decided to leave his home and back to mine.

Later that afternoon, he called me.
Should I pick?
“Hello?” I answered.
“Hi Zack, what are you doing?” His voice sounded like he was at gym or else.
I didn’t answer.
“Zack?”
Still.
“Zacky, what the hell? Have you lost your harmony voice?”
“Brian,” I finally said. “I don’t give you any attention today.”
I ended the call.

2 hours later
Knock knock.
It must be Brian. I ran to the door and found a box full with chocolate and Jack’s. From Brian.
I dunno what should I do, but I found a sight of Brian’s car parked far from my house, and I guessed he was still there, watching how would I react.
I dumped it.
Then I closed the door and back to the room where Icky had been waiting for his dinner.

Come back to me... it’s almost easy!
Oh, the phone rang. I read the name.
Brian :)
God, he was still after me.
“Damn you Zacky this is overrated already!”
I still in silence.
“I can’t stand! Go back to your ordinary! You act like a child, Zack! You’re mad because I didn’t say thank you for a b’day wish last nite? Fine! THANK YOU! Now go back like before!”
I coughed, but still said nothing.
“Zack?”
I grinned, I really wanna know what would next.
“Zack, please. Come back to me. I’m so tortured without you. Without your support. Please...”
I smiled. “Okay, Bri.” I finally spoke. “Fine.”
“Fine what...?”
Beep beep.
I ended the call, grabbed my key, and rushed to his house. This was enough to ensure me that he needed me. He really did.

I parked my car on front of his yard and went inside to knock his door.
Knock knock.
Brian opened the door. His face was a relief; he hugged me thightly like he wouldn’t release me. “Oh Zack, how I miss you!”
I giggled. “We just talked few minutes ago.”
“No,” He shook. “16 hours ago, you bitch. I miss you more than anything.”
“See,” I grinned. “You hate birthday but you cannot live without it, can you?” I won this time.
“Whatever.” He rolled his eyes.
“Admit it.”
“Nope.”
“Fine, I’ll go.”
“No, you’re staying here.” He smirked.
“Why?”
“Because we’re going to have birthday party, with all the guys, here, in my house!” He bursted in laugh, he never been so happy before. “Thanks for reminding me. I finally realize I should be grateful of what I have today. More attention, huh? Even I hate it, it’s better than none at all.”
“I know,” I giggled. Hugged my best friend once again. “I really know, happy 7th July, Brian.”