Birthday Song Regular Show Novels & Stories

Twenty-eight candles burn on top. “Happy birthday, Bart,” she says, glowing more brightly than the combined flames of the birthday candles. Bart gives her a private smile as she puts the cake in front of him and takes her hand when she straightens next to his chair. His parents start singing Happy Birthday. Mom rolls her eyes but joins in as everyone takes the cue. Bart looks mildly embarrassed. Brady claps his hands and laughs from his belly, which makes everyone chuckle in turn. “You know what to do,” Celeste says, kissing Bart’s cheek.

“More?” Jax smirked. “Tradition.” They helped me back onto the piercing chair, blanket still around my shoulders. Then they stood in front of me again—side by side, naked from the waist down, cocks hanging soft but still impressive. Jax cleared his throat dramatically. Marcus started it, low and off-key but sincere. “Happy birthday to you…” Jax joined in immediately, grinning like an idiot. “Happy birthday to you…” They sang the whole damn song—slow, goofy, voices cracking on the high notes. I laughed so hard tears came back, different tears this time. Happy. Ridiculous. Perfect.

She uttered, "Isn't today my birthday? Why is it so quiet? I want to hear a birthday song! Sing a song for me!" Close to Joanne, the executive director could smell her faint perfume. It was not strong and blew into his nose. "You haven't selected a song. Choose one." Joanne nodded and selected the song, Happy Birthday to You. "Come on, let's sing together..." she said. The executive director cleared his throat. No sooner had he picked up the microphone and sung than the microphone was snatched by Edwin. Wearing a cold expression, Edwin sang, "Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you..."

The meal was exceptional, topped off with a two-tiered cake with fiery sparklers lighting up the birthday boy’s animated expression. They sang an exuberant rendition of the Happy Birthday song in a variety of baritone and soprano pitchiness as Ritchie wiped a tear from his handsome bearded face. Chris couldn’t help but think to himself that the evening was going along splendidly, the ensuing dessert conversation effortless. This was a lot easier than he thought it would be. It was nice to be among a group of

There is a pause, but this one feels lighter, filled with quiet anticipation rather than uncertainty. Greg reaches for his drink, taking a sip before glancing back at me. “Speaking of special...” I narrow my eyes slightly. “That tone sounds dangerous.” “It’s not,” he says quickly, though the hint of a grin gives him away. “I just remembered that, after all the celebrations of Thanksgiving and Christmas is your birthday.” I groan softly, dropping my head back. “Don’t remind me.” “Oh no,” Greg says, shaking his head. “We are definitely talking about it.”

ARIA “Happy birthday to you… happy birthday to you…” I blinked awake, shaking the sleep in my eyes. “Caspian?” Caspian was sitting on the bed beside me, shirtless. “Yes, Doll?” he asked softly, holding out a tiny cupcake with a single candle burning on it. My heart did a ridiculously sharp slam, because what business did he have looking that handsome so early in the morning? “That's not how the birthday song goes…or is this a Caspian remix?” I murmured.

She is usually the one one who handles the cooking every single time we are out on a trip or we are having a mini gathering in my house. I warn and stretch myself as I pick up my ringing phone. "Bree Fischer hello,"I say with my eyes closed. "Happy birthday Mrs Fischer! Happy birthday to you! How old are you now?"they sang. I could hear my father's baritone from the back.. "Come on I am not 16 anymore. You are not allowed to sing a happy birthday song to me,"I say. I am excited that someone has actually remembered it's my birthday because I have forgotten too.

***Rowen*** I went to bed the night before my birthday pretty depressed. I was already feeling the absence of Chastity as it was. Knowing I was going to celebrate my 23rd birthday without her, didn’t help. Not getting to see her smiling face before going to bed bugged me too. I understood she had to get school work done, but times like this were hard. I had to make plans to see her the following weekend though. I needed to spend time with her.