I Only Came For The Cake Song Novels & Stories

Tony follows us and joins the group of teenagers dancing. I am glad he is close, but Neal keeps my attention by holding me close. Maybe I can do it with Neal. He clearly has feelings for me. I should try and remember why I chose him to begin with. There’s food, drinks, music, and everyone is having great time. My cake is wheeled out and it’s four tiers of pink! With candles all the way around so as everyone is singing, I smile and let them admire me. Then, I walk around the cake, blowing out the candles. Everyone cheers.

The cake was delicious, and I was tempted to have a second slice after finishing my first. Just then, Sheryl stormed over to me and slapped the cake right out of my hands. I was stunned. Before I could snap back to my senses, Sherly slapped me hard across the face. The sound of the slap ringing through the air caught the attention of all the guests in the hall. "Have you lost your mind?" Sheryl roared. "Didn't you eat at home? Must you embarrass yourself in front of everyone here? Do you even know where you are right now? Who gave you permission to eat the cake?"

She looks at the side door again. "She could stand somewhere else." "Yeah. But Maya would probably look at where her mother is." "The cake’s the best part!" "For you. Not for Chloe." Before she can continue arguing the lights go off. Gloria comes through with the cake and Nathanial immediately takes it off her at the doorway. Everybody starts singing at slightly different times. Diego climbs onto a chair, can't reach, and hollers "Daddy" until he gets lifted, and his whole face goes orange in the candlelight. Lily sings along and keeps frowning. I have a feeling we’ll be revisiting the cake conversation soon.

I also apologized, because I invited her and then I didn't go. "Babe, here it is." she said. And Hani served me a cake.. I really loved her. "Babe, juice.." I said and made her drink juice. "Thank you, I love you babe.." she said that's why I didn't answer, I just smiled. I do not know why. After a while my cousins ​​asked to have a videoke so I got up and joined. I sang Giving Up by Hershey Mae Mendoza. I know there's something wrong

My voice was deeply soothing, and little by little it drew the little girl into humming along with me. Reddit gradually fell silent, quietly watching the warm scene unfolding on camera. After an unknown amount of time, the hospital room door opened. A staff member brought in a cake. Judging by the label, it was from the very shop I had just visited. I knew the director would arrange something like this. “Alright, now we can sing the birthday song!” I opened the box and stuck the candles into the cake.

Cathy asked him, "Is this how you jump into her room every time?" "Yeah. I can't enter through the door, right?" I interrupted, "Are my audience ready?" They said together, "Yes!" "The song that i prepared for the girl who is celebrating her birthday today is wannabe from spice girls." I started singing my song, as soon as I started singing, Cathy broke into laughter which made Andrew laugh with her. After finishing song, Cathy clenched her stomach and said, "Did you really planned to sing that song in my birthday party?" "Yeah, wasn't it fun?"

They sang for me; the birthday song; I felt nice; but after that, I blew out my candles; and cut my cake. Candy assist in sharing it; amongst everyone; they all had a taste of my cake; and after that; we shared the food; and some other things left to do at the party… Drake isn't here yet; and the party is almost over... Candy ask me to join the others for a fun game; and as much I wouldn't want to keep on waiting for Drake; I better find a way to make the most out of everything...

Was that…? “A cake?” I asked. “Yup. Help me with this,” he said, setting the box on the tiled counter. Together, we opened it and carefully lifted out the chocolate cake. It looked rich, decadent — the kind you’d only see in magazines. My mouth watered just looking at it. “Let’s go,” he said, carrying the cake while I brought the lighter. Back at the living room, Denver led everyone in singing: 🎵“Happy birthday to you…”🎵

F I F T E E N Y E A R S A F T E R “You’re my honey bunch, sugar plum, pumpy-umpy-umpkin, you’re my sweetie pie. You’re my cuppycake gumdrop soogums boogums, you’re the apple of my eye and I love you so and I want to know that I’ll always be right here, and I love to sing sweet songs for you because you are so dear.” Aimee sang with a wide happy grin as she drew Hello Kitty’s face on the cupcakes, humming as she squeezed her piping bag.

I press my lips together and walk to my door and force myself to open it and descend the stairs. I plaster on my best fake smile as I see the double decker cake that my mom and Trevor either spent a fortune on or my mom worked her ass off to bake. Trevor finishes lighting the candles and Blair rushes toward me, grabbing me by the arm and pulling me closer as they all begin to sing.