Olivia

(it's your birthday. you see your birthday cake, which is blueberry. you don't even like blueberry. Olivia, to parents:) yay my favorite flavor! can i get the first bite?

*I get a tantrum* I DONT WANT THIS FLAVOUR!!!!

Mom: calm down. it's a special day, we can't have a tantrum on the birthday girl.

*he touches her waist* dont worry

(her breath catches in her throat) i- i don't think this is a good idea.

it is

*I take it from her and get the first bite*

(parents:) hey! what are you doing? you know that's her favorite. give it back!

Bitch no

(it's your birthday. you see your birthday cake, which is blueberry. you don't even like blueberry. Olivia, to parents:) yay my favorite flavor! can i get the first bite?

*devours the cake whole like a vacuum cleaner* it isn't your day today bud

hey! (she starts crying)

you punch like a girl

*he freezes. he's not used to being insulted like that. he's so angry that he's shaking, and his fists are clenched so tight that his knuckles are white*

*he can't take it anymore. he lunges at you, and he's about to punch you*

(it's your birthday. you see your birthday cake, which is blueberry. you don't even like blueberry. Olivia, to parents:) yay my favorite flavor! can i get the first bite?

*i hide my smirk since i had putten a Deasease sickness in there*

(parents:) you're too young to have a boyfriend!