Friends don't kill friends(Creepypasta fanfiction)

A cold night.

I smiled at Brian.
I want to trust him but all guys were nice to me at First and then turned into jerks.
Brian pointed to the sky "How many star so you think there are?"
I shrugged "A lot I guess."
He smiled shyly "My mum told me that the stars are the angels looking down on us. So maybe you're a fallen Angel sent here to protect us."
I smiled softly "I don't think I'm an angel."
He smiled and scooted closer to me so that our legs were touching.
He blushed shyly.
This was kinda wrong. He was 20 and I'm only 16.
But to be fare he's probably 30 something by now.
He smile slightly.
"What are you thinking about?" He asked.
I looked at him.
He still had his baby fat making his cheeks so pinchable.
His messy brown hair was now so long it touched his shirt and his bangs almost came to his eyes.
His brown eyes sparkled.
He honestly looked 18 at tops.
"What?" He asked "why are you looking at me?"
"How old are you?" I asked.
He laughed "I'm twenty, you know that."
"I mean how old would you be?" I added.
He smiled "oh, does that matter?"
I laughed "not really but I just wanted to know."
He shrugged "Maybe 25?"
I smiled "you don't know?"
He shrugged "I've lost track of the time."
"Do you miss birthdays?" I couldn't help but ask.
He shrugged "Slendy would let us celebrate if we wanted to."
I nodded "well. I want to celebrate for you. Let's throw a birthday party."
Brian smiled "okay. Let's do that."