Ponyboy Curtis Birthday Novels & Stories

Burney asked. "Oh yeah, very cute." "He's a redhead," Zac interjected. "A very cute redhead," I said and tipped my mug towards him. "Yay," Burney clapped his hands lightly in front of him. "Should be fun." The conversation continued as I finished my coffee. "Okay so seeing as none of you fake friends have asked yet," Burney said to all of us and Zac laughed softly. "My birthday is next week, and I am planning a party." "That's cool, where?" Emmett asked.

“Happy birthday, Hal!” Jordan threw herself onto her brother, wrapping her arms around his neck as if she was still a baby. Halton laughed. He almost forgot. It’s August 18th. The day his wrecked life started. "It’s dada’s birthday?” Angela asked, tilting her head cutely. Jordan scooped her up in her arms and placed a kiss on her squishy cheek. “Yup! And we gonna celebrate it with some snacks. Right, bro?”

The event I don't want to go to. "Ma'am, Mr. Russo is waiting for you downstairs." My birthday has never been much of a big deal, seeing as I didn’t have much to throw a fancy party for myself. At the orphanage, birthdays are celebrated once a year for all the kids, on Christmas. So my birthday was always celebrated on December 25th rather than January 24th. It wasn't much of an event, but just a cake big enough to give everyone a bite and some drinks. Either way, we were all still excited.

Kitty just nodded blindly, trying to take in all the information, so Erebus just went on: "You have been registered under the couple that died last month ever since you were born, and because there's only about three months before your 18th birthday, I persuaded the personnel to give it a pass and brought your birthday forward for 3 months, we can change it back later if you want to keep your true birthday on there." "O-okay..." Kitty blinked blankly. "By the way, when's your birthday? Is the record correct?" Erebus asked casually. "Well, December 24th, actually. I always loved Christmas when I was--" Kitty shrugged and avoided his eyes when her sentence suddenly broke.

He had already given her a chance before. Since she played the emotion card to deceive him, Gerald was not going to fall for it again! Eventually, the matter had come to an end. “Mr. Crawford, your birthday is in four days; any plans? Your dad gave me a call and told me it’s your first birthday since the end of your poverty-stricken life, so let’s celebrate and have a good time, shall we!” Mr. Lyle smiled excitedly.

“My best friend relocated last month. We always celebrated my birthday together. This year, I wanted everyone to come. I planned a really big party, but… no one showed up. And I even saw a message in a group chat they added me to. They said I should keep dreaming and just be the creep I’ve always been.” “I’m so sorry that happened to you.” Cortney is the first to walk to her, and she pulls her into a hug. Who would have thought that just a few days ago, she was mad about the party invite I accepted? “Is there a cake?” She nods, then walks away. I sigh as I join Cortney on the sofa. “This is sad. On her eighteenth birthday.” “I know.” Cleo walks back in with a huge cake, and Cortney and I sta

“That’s like a month from now. Well done, girl. Woman. Or um lady.” “I liked it better when you used to call me Mpumi.” ……………………………………………………………………………………… Meanwhile, Bowman was only stressing about the year coming to an end while his son was not found yet. “I’ll have Christmas without my son!” he cried. “This is bad. Very bad. I don’t want to start a new year without him, no. Oh!” “What? What is it?” Gibson asked. “It’s his birthday on the 1st of January! He won’t celebrate his 23rd birthday with me. Gibson, I’m trying very hard to believe that he’s still alive.”

Curt sighed dramatically from the other end. “No, we didn’t.” Then his tone softened slightly. “You remember what day it is tomorrow, right?” Amelia rolled her eyes fondly. “How in the world could I ever forget your birthday?” “Good,” Curt replied immediately. “You remembered.” She smiled warmly. For all his constant complaining, Curt secretly loved whenever the family made a fuss over him. “I’ll be home in the morning with your present and a cake to celebrate,” she promised softly. “How’s that sound?”

“What’s wrong with that?” “Idiot!” I heard the sound of skin making contact with skin, and I involuntarily flinched. That sounded like it hurt. “Oww,” Cy exclaimed. “It’s Hera’s birthday on the 19th! We won't be able to celebrate her birthday if we attend the party.” Oh. That’s right. I’m already turning 18 come this 19th of March. I mean, they could go to the party for all I care. I don’t enjoy celebrating my birthday anyways. I just feel like it’s an ordinary day.

Curtis felt irritated and wanted to take a shower, but he received a call from the Crosby residence. Ashley Anderson said, "Curt, it's your grandfather's birthday tomorrow. Don't forget to bring Margot over for dinner." Curtis frowned and said, "Okay."