The Birthday Party

July 19th, 2016

Kinsky, California, USA

The Birthday Party

It was the time of day when the sun cast its last golden hue before retiring for the night. An old red pickup truck drove up and parked along a dirt road outside an old two-story home. A young girl came out from the driver’s seat. She wore a light summer shirt, loose but opaque. She had long blonde hair which she tied into a ponytail at the back of her head. She had on a pair of denim jeans, and a small wrapped box under her arm.

“Hey, Kat,” A boy on the porch greeted her. He was around her age. She smiled at him.

“Hey Maurice. Trying to stay away from the crazies inside?”

Maurice shook his head. “Waiting on Emily. She should be here in a few minutes.” He picked up his phone from the metal porch table, its screen flashing for a few brief moments as he glanced at it and put it back down.

Kat nodded. “Who’s here already?”

“Just Rose, Aaron, and Sadja.”

She looked at him funny. “Cole and Lukas aren’t here yet?”

“Nah. They said they were planning something special. Whatever that means.”

She giggled, then went to open the porch door. “Whatever that means.”

…

In the dining room was a long wooden table with some other wrapped gifts, and a tray of frosted sugar cookies. The sign above the table read, in all caps, HAPPY BIRTHDAY MARIA, with an assortment of rainbow lettering.

Kat approached the sign and examined it for a few moments before she felt a tap on her shoulder. She turned around and saw a Japanese-American girl with shorter dark hair wrapped into a bun, wearing a spaghetti-strapped black shirt and a pair of jean short-shorts. Kat smiled at her as the new girl made a dramatic bow.

“May I take your baggage, madam?” She asked. Kat took the present from beneath her arm and gave it to the person in front of her.

“Where’s birthday girl?”

The girl pointed off to another room. “Over on the couch with Aaron and Sadja.”

After the girl spoke, there was a male voice coming from the room which seemed to answer. “Yo Kat, over here!”

The living room had a single long couch pointed towards a TV. The TV was muted, playing some football game. A speaker in the room played pop music at a low volume. In the middle of the brown couch were three teens: an African-American boy named Aaron, an Iranian girl named Sadja, and in between them a Latino girl that Kat knew as Maria.

Kat sat in an armchair that faced the three teens. The Asian from before — Rose — came back in with four sugar cookies. She handed one to each of them.

“Thank you, lovely,” Aaron spoke as Rose handed him his cookie, kissing her on the cheek. Rose took the kiss and then sat beside him on the couch.

“So, we expecting a full house?” Kat asked the crew on the couch.

“For Maria? ‘Course we are.” Aaron spoke the words with confidence, but Maria herself came in to correct him.

“Almost. Ash had to cancel.”

Kat’s eyes widened in remembrance. “Shit, that’s right. She had her competition today.”

“She gave me my present in advance. I’ll take that as an apology,” Maria smiled as they heard the sound of the front door opening.

The group turned their heads, and saw Maurice with another girl. She had her hands in the pockets of a brown corduroy jacket. Under it, she wore a plain black shirt. Her hair was frizzy. She was dark-skinned, just like Maurice and Aaron. She had two gold earrings that shined in the light of the room. She smiled at the group. It was Emily.

Emily took the last available seat on the couch, next to Rose. Maurice stood near the door frame, by Kat’s armchair.

Kat looked up at him. “You wanna take this seat?”

He shook his head. “Nah, I’m good.”

“Alright, now it’s becoming a party.” Aaron spoke again, getting up from his seat. “When’s the pizza coming?”

Maria checked her phone. “Ten more minutes, probably.”

“Thank god, I’m starving!”

Rose looked at her boyfriend with suspicion. “You just ate like, three sugar cookies.”

Aaron continued to walk out of the room. “It’s my cheat day!”

“It’s always your cheat day!” Rose called out as he left.

…

The pizza arrived fifteen minutes later. Soon after that came Rodrigo and Isaac.

Rodrigo was the first to come. A few minutes before he did, Sadja and Kat were on the porch. They held paper plates and took bites at the pizza resting on top of them.

“So, how are you and Isaac?” Sadja asked.

Kat shrugged. “Oh, we’re good.”

Sadja leaned her head in a bit, suspicious. “Wanna elaborate?”

Kat looked off into the now pink sky. “Well, he’s been on that trip to Europe with his boy’s club most of the break. So it’s not like we’ve been seeing each other that often.”

Sadja shook her head. “Still can’t believe he did that.”

“Well, I mean, I was studying for the SAT that whole time. So it’s not like I would’ve been that fun to be around anyway.”

“Kat!”

“What?”

A car approached the now crowded path surrounding the house. Out of it came a Latino boy. He eyed the pizza in the girls’ hands.

“I take it I came at a good time?”

Sadja smirked at him, pointing her hand towards the house. “Pizza’s in the kitchen, Rod.”

He gave her a high-five as he walked past her and through the front door. After he was gone, Sadja continued.

“I don’t think he gives you the attention you need, Kat. That’s all.”

“Well I appreciate your input, but I’m a big girl. I can handle myself.”

Sadja sighed. “Well then, how’s apps?”

“Oh, you know. I don’t want to aim too high. Don’t want to disappoint myself.”

“Kat!”

“I’m joking, I’m joking! I’m just… tryna be conscious of application fees and all that, you know.”

“What have you applied to so far?”

“Oh, the standards. North Cal. Simpson. Uh… Oregon.”

The last name piqued Sadja’s interest. “Oregon is not on the list of standards.”

“Really? I mean, it’s right across the border.”

“Oh, don’t get me wrong! I think it’s a great fit for you, I’m just-”

A loud scream rang out from within the house. Sadja and Kat froze in place for a moment. After they heard the crying which followed, they both put their plates on the porch chair and rushed back in to see what the commotion was about.

There was a girl, in the center of them all. But she wasn’t like the others.

She was a child, not much older than seven. Her hair was short and black and she had the same Hispanic skin that Maria had. The same eyes, too. Light olive eyes. She looked up at the two teens as they walked in. Pearls of tears watered her cheeks.

“Aaron, what the hell did you do?” Rose asked as she looked up from the child and towards him. Aaron brought his hands up defensively.

“I-I don’t know! I just, I must’ve… moved her toys away, while she was still playing. I didn’t mean anything!”

The other teens stood still, except one: Maria, who walked through the crowded room and kneeled down in front of the child, stroking through the child’s short hair.

“It’s okay, Anita.” Maria spoke softly. “He didn’t mean it. He didn’t know you were playing.”

Anita looked at her sister. She sniffled a few times. Maria wiped the tears that rolled down the child’s eyes. The little girl looked at Kat, then at Aaron, and ran off back up the stairs.

The group watched as the girl went back into her upstairs. Emily sighed, and shook her head.

“Sweet Anita…”

Maria turned to Aaron. “I’m sorry, I told her to stay upstairs.”

“No, no it’s fine. It was my fault. I’m the asshole this time, I guess.”

As the group dispersed yet again, the door opened behind Kat. She turned around.

There was a new boy, much taller than the rest. He had short black hair that was trimmed down the sides. He wore a plain white t-shirt with a belted pair of jeans.

“Hey.” Kat whispered as he came close.

“Hey,” he answered back. He kissed her on the forehead and then walked into the house. He turned towards Sadja, pointing to the dinner table. “Presents here?”

Sadja nodded.

…

The pizza was finished and night had begun. Rose went around and turned on some more lights. Most of the group was now in the living room, with some overflow in the dining area.

“So, where’s your mom, anyway?” Rodrigo asked as he put his phone back down onto the coffee table in front of the couch.

“At work, late shift.” Maria was on the couch between Kat and Aaron.

“Jeez. Must suck having her miss this.”

“Oh, I mean… we’re celebrating as a family tomorrow. But yeah. Woman’s gotta do what a woman’s gotta do.”

“Speaking of missing…” Rose came back to the group after lighting up the room. “We’re an hour in, and Lukas and Cole still aren’t here. What gives?”

“I texted them a couple of minutes ago. Lukas says they’re on their way here.” Kat responded, leaning on Isaac’s shoulder. Isaac had an arm wrapped around her, and her legs were up on the couch.

“Pretty uncharacteristic of them to be this late.”

Kat shrugged, then turned towards Maria. “What do you wanna do?”

Maria looked down at the coffee table. Her thumbs rubbed against each other in her lap. “I mean, I don’t know. If they’re coming in a few minutes, I guess we might as well start the cake now.”

Rodrigo sighed. “They’re missing all the food. That’s the best part.”

Kat looked at him. “I thought the friends were the best part.”

“That’s a close second.”

The group got up and met the others in the dining area. As Rose got the cake out from the fridge, Maria looked around at who was present.

“Hey Kat,” she said as Kat came close. “Can you go find Sadja and tell her that the cake is ready?”

Kat nodded. “Sure thing.”

Kat opened the door to the porch, only to find no sign of Sadja. No sign of Cole or Lukas, either. She then moved over to the back door, to the small yard the house had. There was a cheap plastic slide, some outdoor toys thrown about, and a dog house that hadn’t been used in many years. No Sadja.

As the others began to sit down at the dining table and Rose placed the candles into the cake, Kat walked past them and up the stairs. She was about to knock on the bathroom door when she saw a sliver of light and some inaudible whispers coming from the room opposite. Anita’s room.

She opened the door a tad. Anita was standing there, looking at Sadja. Sadja looked back, kneeling down in front of the girl, holding the child’s arm and rubbing her hand. When they heard Kat come in, both of them looked up.

“Hey, Sadja… cake is ready.”

Sadja smiled, and got up. Kat turned toward the little girl.

“You can come too, Anita.”

Anita looked down at her feet. Her eyes were solemn. “Um,” her little voice whispered, just loud enough to be audible. “Is he here?”

Katie looked confused. “Is who here?”

The conversation never continued beyond that. Just then, the three heard the front door open one last time. A symphony of happy cheers and chuckles could be heard downstairs.

Katie left the room, and looked down to the bottom floor. There, in the door frame, were the two people she knew better than anyone else: Cole Mulaney and Lukas Schrodden.

…