2012 Birthday Drabbles

[Alisha]

Happy Birthday to my characters! Whenever any of my characters have a birthday, I will post a drabble here in this thread.

What are these kids getting into on their birthdays?

[Alisha]

January 16th, 2012

"What is up with you?" Erica asked from her perch on the living room couch. She was lazily flipping channels on tv and there was absolutely nothing on. Silas had been acting weird all day, and she couldn't quite pinpoint the origin of his odd behavior.

Silas ignored her questioning and continued firing through the kitchen. He opened the cabinets one by one, only to shake his head with a sigh and close them right after. He bit his lip as he leaned into the fridge. He was turning twenty-one today, it was six in the morning and he kind of just wished he would have stayed in bed. His traitorous mind wouldn't allow that, no.

The fact that he didn't get any sleep the night before did nothing to stop his hair from looking like it did. The blonde locks stood up on end, seeming to go in the most impossible directions. He didn't know what was bothering him so much, it was only his birthday. Just another year to add to his life. Another year he had to try and keep going, despite all of the things that haunted him. No, that wasn't true. He wasn't as haunted as he used to be. He wasn't alone. He was happy. He had Erica now.

Just the mere thought about her put a smile on his face and he closed the fridge, turning around to look at her through the open space between the cabinets and the counter-top. Of course, there she was, looking right back at him, the tv forgotten. She was always there, waiting. Patiently waiting for him to get his shit together. So understanding and caring. He could see the worried expression on her face and regretted ignoring her.

Silas left the kitchen and ambled into the living room, his hand scratching his wife-beater covered chest. He yawned as he plopped down on the couch, placing his head in Erica's lap. He looked hooked up at her, his blue eyes focused on her brown ones. Erica's hand immediately made it's way into his hair. Silas let out a soft sigh when her nails began to scratch his scalp lightly.

"You wanna talk about it?" She murmured.

Part of him wanted to say no. No, he didn't want to talk about it. That same part of him that held the hurt and insecurity. The one that always tried to shut her out. "It's my birthday today."

"What?!"

Her startled tone caused him the open his eyes and look up at her. "Yeah, I know..."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"I'm just used to not celebrating it, I guess." It was only half the truth.

Erica opened her mouth to say something, but Silas continued speaking. "The last birthday I really had was my eighth. My mom wasn't that sick that week, and we took this trip to Northern California." He looked away for a moment, before opting to just close his eyes. "My dad took the week off of work, he even left his phone at home." A small smiled graced his face, the memory playing in his head a happy one. "It was one of the few times at... the end, I actually felt we were a family. We spent the whole week just experiencing everything we could. I'd never felt so whole," He opened his eyes to look at her. "Until now."

Erica smiled down at him. "She would have loved you, you know. My mom." Even Silas himself was surprised he was barring so much of himself to her in so little time, usually it took a little coaxing for him to really get what he wanted to say to come out of his mouth.

"You think so?" She finally replied.

"I know she would have. You know why? Because you make me happy."

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