Birthdays, Snapback, Football and Annoyance

Iris's POV

"VI BEAR! HAPPY BIRTHDAY!"

"SHHHHHH Iris! I have an exam tomorrow! I have to study! Let me study!"

"Whoops, well, now get yo ass movin'. I have the whole day planned for you! We've got to do the breakfast, then - No! Wait, it's a surprise! So now, get the hell up! It's so late! Ohmygosh! We are 2 damn minutes behind the schedule! Get up already Vi! Just get the hell up and-"

"Iris! Calm down! Calm down! Deep breathe. In. Out. In. Out. Now, we've got like 24 hours in a day, so basically you have 13 hours as I've wasted 11 in sleeping. By the way, where's my cake?"

"Nope, not now. That's gonna be at, uhm, 6:37 and 20 seconds. Now GET UP! You have 21 minutes and 30 seconds to bath out of which, you already wasted 30 seconds while listening to me speaking so now, GO!"

I pushed her from the back all the way to the bathroom.

"20 minutes and 45 seconds more. Your time starts....NOW!"

"Yes Sergeant!" She saluted.

I grinned.

After all, it was the day. It took me 6 days to plan Vi's birthday. And know what's the best part? I've arranged a HUGE surprise for her. And that's - Wait wait wait wait wait. It's a surprise so...shhhhh.

I smiled as I mentally patted myself for being so intelligent. Yep, I love myself.

"Iwis!"

"Yes Vi? And by the way, my name's Iris."

"I got soap in my mouth so I-"

"What the hell? Soap in your mouth? DO YOU NEED A DOCTOR VI? OH GOD! You spoiled it all. I did too. All the plans I made for today. Wait, I'll call the doctor first and he'll -"

"Iris! I mean to say that I got soap ON my mouth. Like on my face. And I forgot my towel outside. So...you know."

"Yeah, what?"

"Dumbass! Hand it over to me!"

"Oh! Hehe." I handed her the towel through the small slit in the door that she opened.

"Thanks!"

"Quick, 5 minutes to go."

"There and yeah, now, yep, just....uh uh...yep, done!"

The door opened to reveal Michael Jackson - kidding, Violet. She was wearing blue denim jeans and a cute fluffy black snapback with 'I'm so cute, it's tiring' written on it.

"Awhhh, that's cute. Can we deal that snapback for anything?"

"Nope!"

"Food?"

"I'll think.."

"Two days, dinner at your favourite restaurant, I pay. How about that?"

"Deal."

"Good." I nodded at her.

"Now, Ms. Violet, since your favourite sport is, very unusually, football, we're going to a football court!"

"Uhm, but breakfast?"

"Duh! There, I made some delicious bacon for you, my lady."

"Oph, thwankfs" She said, stuffing herself like she was seeing food for the first and last time in her life.

"Geez, calm down Vi. It's all for you. It doesn't have legs either so it ain't running away. You can even eat it tomorrow. Save something for the next day."

"Yeph, I knowh. Buf,-", she swallowed, "who said that tomorrow will be guaranteed?"

"Gosh Vi, stop using song references. And that also of Zayn. Talk in that language to him only when you meet him at, I mean, whenever you meet him."

"Yeah yeah, now can we go to the football court?" She squealed with excitement.

"Ugh, come on. Now that it's your birthday, grow up a bit, Vi. Grow up!"

"Yeah yeah. Off to my heaven. Spongebob, you ready?"

"I'm ready, I'm ready!" I said, mimicking Spongebob.

I quickly typed in a text and hit send to Zayn. Though I was still extremely angry at him. And him just so randomly forgetting all that happened even added to my anger. But I couldn't spoil Vi's birthday. I had to cool down my anger, just for Vi.

Though he told me, he can't play football for shit, I still needed one more person. It was obviously gonna be different from the real football. We decided to just form 2 teams with 2 members in each. Overall, Eric, Vi, Zayn and I were the players.

Yep, I'm that socially awkward. And so is Eric.

I took a right turn and then, a left one. Soon, the stadium thing was visible.

Did I forget to mention that it way huge. Like, huge.

The stadium had like 20 football courts. So, you can imagine...

"We're here Vi! And-"

*Smash*

Vi shut the car door, right at my face, I may add and ran to the entrance, admiring her definition of heaven, the stadium.

Uhm, rude much?

I removed my seatbelt and got out of the car. I had already booked a court half a month ago. This place was popular like shit. It was busy literally always.

I showed the watchman the receipt for booking the court number 17 (Vi's obsessed with the number 17. Don't even ask why. It'll take a century or two to explain everything).

As if on cue, I saw Eric and Zayn approaching. The seemed to be in a deep conversation.

Boys will be boys.

"Come on guys! Be quick!"

They didn't even bother to look up at me.

Wow, am I even visible? Brother?

I think I've gotten weaker. I haven't been eating properly and so think, I'm slowly starting to disappear. And I think, I should start eating more healthy food so I can-

"Woah, Iris. You look fat. See, you got a little tummy there." Eric pointed out.

Ugh, he can be annoying sometimes. And by sometimes, I mean all the time.

By the way, did he just read my thoughts?

"OH MY HELL! ERIC! ZAYN! I'M DYING IRIS, HELP. Guys! We meet again!" Vi shouted, running towards them for a group hug. Well, from their faces, it looked like they couldn't really make out that she was coming for a group hug and they just started backing away which slowly turned into them running. This resulted in some sought of a chasing game.

"Before this gets out of my hands, guys and girls! We have the court for just 1 hour! Let's get going!"

Vi quickly left chasing them and ran inside the stadium. And I swear, if she would've smiled even half a multimeter more, her teeth and cheeks would've fallen off.

I followed her inside, Zayn and Eric just behind me.

After an eternity of walking, we reached the court number 17.

"This place is even bigger than it looks." Vi said.

"No shit Sherlock."

"Iris, be nice to her! It's her birthday!" Eric scolded.

I glared at him. He totally wasn't serious, he just found it funny that I got annoyed. Well, ha-ha, so funny.

"Me with Zayn." Eric said.

"No way, you guys will win." Vi whined.

"Don't worry! I have this planned out too! I got everyone's name's chits. So now, Vi will pick up two chits in each of her hands and those will decide the two groups. Eric, you've got 33.3333% chance to be with Zayn." I explained

"Yeah? Well, I'll win anyways." Eric said.

"We'll see who'll win and who'll lose."

"Yeah, we'll see." He said.

Vi picked up the chits, two in each of her hands.

She quickly opened one of her hands. I opened one chit.

'Violet'

I opened the next chit.

'Eric'

Cliché.

I gotta be with Zayn.

"Violet, you're with....Eric!" I said.

"That makes you with Zayn." Eric said.

I nodded, now starting to feel a bit annoyed.

"See, wittle sweetie pie is annoyed."

I gave him the death glare. Just great. Now he calls me wittle sweetie pie in front of Zayn and Vi.

I'm not going to live peacefully for the rest of my life.

I could almost feel Zayn smirking.

I couldn't figure out why, but I felt more and more annoyed by every second.

"Just take your positions man." I said, now sounding annoyed too.

Violet and Eric as well as Zayn and I stood on the opposite sides of the court, facing each other.

"The game will start in 5 minutes!" I heard Vi's voice across the court.

"Okay!" I shouted back.

"Now, what are we supposed to do?" Zayn asked.

"Practice." I said, feeling annoyed to an extreme extent.

"Oh yeah!" He said as if he just got the point that we were about to play a game.

Well, duh man.

"So, Iris, can you kick a ball?"

"I can kick your balls."

"Woah, let me rephrase that right here. Are you good at football?"

"You'll see."

"Feisty." He muttered.

"GUYS! GET READY!"

Before I could comprehend the sentence completely, I saw a ball coming at me.

Well, time to show off my skills. Mr. Ball, you just got unlucky. Now, be ready to have your ass kicked.

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