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“So… why are we here?” Slade asks. He leans back in the chair, arms behind his head.
I gape at him. “What?”
“Why was I dragged here?” Slade says, raising an eyebrow.
“We didn’t drag you here,” Wilson says, plopping down in another chair nearby. “We said, ‘Come on, there’s going to be cake,’ and you came.”
“And I haven’t seen any cake.” Slade leaned forward. “You didn’t lie to me, did you?”
Iris leans against my desk. “Bri said there would be cake,” she says. All eyes turn to me.
“Um.” This is a tough position. “I think all of you might have misunderstood. While there will most likely be birthday cake, as long as Adelyn doesn’t make… er, attempt to make… it, I-I wasn’t talking about cake the food. I was talking about Cake the person.”
Silence. “You–” Ellis stutters. “There’s a person named Cake?”
“Blame Adelyn,” I grumble. “She’s the one who gave him the nickname when he wouldn’t tell her his name.”
“I’m more concerned about the apparent lack of food cake,” Slade says, looking very upset.
Haven stands up. “I can take care of that.”
I give her a grateful smile and she ducks her head shyly before turning to leave the room. Benedict comes in, and I point towards a seat. “Sit,” I command. “You don’t need to work. This is a party. Everyone can show themselves in here.”
He sits down reluctantly, and Iris leans forward, eyes sparkling. “So, this Cake guy. Does he have a real name?”
I make a face. “He says he does, but he won’t tell me, so sometimes I wonder.”
The door opens and Adelyn walks in, followed by Cake, Jet, and Chase, her story companions. “I can’t believe you’ve been around for a whole year,” Adelyn says, giving me a present.
“Uh, it’s not my birthday,” I say, face turning red.
“Yeah, but it’s the blog’s, and it’s pretty much the same thing,” Adelyn insists. “Besides, I burned the cake.” She looks around the room at everyone. “Well, this is our first time here. I can’t believe it! It’s so cool. I meant to talk to you about an interview, Bri,” she hints.
I clear my throat, but I’m interrupted as the door opens again. “I’m pretty sure I’ve got the next turn,” Chloe says, walking in. Her cane taps slowly against the floor, and Benedict helps her find a chair. Melissa rolls in after her, parking her wheelchair next to Chloe’s chair. There’s a slight tap at the door as it starts to close and then Pam rolls in.
“Yay for the only one whose story is actually finished and published,” Slade grumbles, giving me a pointed look.
Pam’s cheeks redden. “Are you almost finished typing up our post-book interview?” she asks me.
Now my face is hot. “Um. Getting close, yes.” I stand up quickly. “Since we’re obviously limited on space, you all are the only ones I’ve invited.”
“Yay, no Marba!” Ellis says, grinning.
“I don’t have a villain,” Pam says, frowning.
“Same.” Chloe shifts in her chair. “Or do you just mean that you didn’t invite my mom? She’s not exactly a villain.”
“Um.” Abstract villains? “Technically your conflicts are internal. But that doesn’t matter now, why don’t we just enjoy ourselves?”
Haven walks in carrying a cake, and Slade leaps up to hold the door for her. I’m not sure if it’s because of the cake or Haven. I hide a smile. “How did you even make it that fast?” Iris says, eyes wide.
Haven smiles and sends me a wink. “I came prepared.” She’s always thinking ahead, of course, and she probably decided to bring a cake, just in case.
We set the cake down in the middle of my desk, which is cleaned off for once. Everyone gathers around, and Benedict and I blow out the candles. I roll my eyes at him, but he just smiles.
Slade reaches for the cake. “This is mine, okay? You guys can find your own…”
I smack his hands away and pick up the knife. “Who wants a slice?”
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