Eighteen

“Wake up birthday boy!” I jump on Nathan’s bed. Today is his birthday and I’ve got it all planned. I’m going to make his twenty-eighth birthday a memorable one.

I’m a huge fan of Nathan’s room. I usually find beige and brown a boring combination that people resort to when they want to play it safe in interior designing, but Nathan’s interior designing is a genius. With the perfect lighting behind the bed, the café coloured detailed wallpaper, and the matching carpet, everything looks great. I also love how the bed is placed against a wall built away from the main wall, making Nathan have access to his closet from both sides.

“Why are you waking me up early on my birthday, Len?” His morning voice is husky and attractive.

“Because today I’m going to prove to you that I’m the bestest friend you have ever had,” I proudly say, raising one arm dramatically in the air. He is still giving me his back, so he can’t see that I’m holding the fancy champagne bottle in my