8th July, 2015
Paris' Pov
"Happy birthday to you!" Michael sang. "You're such a doofus my birthday was four months ago" I said laughing. "Yeah I know but I couldn't see you then and I didn't want you to think I forgot" he said. I smiled and looked down at the red velvet cake he made for me. "I didn't know you could cook" I said in surprise. "I can't, I bought this from a bakery near my house" he admitted, blushing.
"Aww look at you! You look like a tomato" I teased. "Oh shush you" he said waving his hand at me. I stood up and hugged him. "Seriously though thank you" I mumbled. He hugged me back and squeezed me. We pulled back and I couldn't help but stare into his eyes. He leaned forward and before I knew it, we were making out.
"Does your Dad know you're with me?" He asked in between kisses.
"No of course not" I replied breathlessly.
"Happy birthday baby" he whispered.
AN
I know this chapter is really short but it's important
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