She hadn’t forgotten her brother’s birthday, thankfully. She had told Barry that the evening was reserved for him and he had happily obliged as she had devoted their morning to each other. Besides, the night was the perfect time to give him her give anyways- or rather, show him. Never had she forgotten a year of birthday celebrating. Not once. She was not going to miss their annual sleepover for the first time ever just because she had a boyfriend. Knocking repeatedly on his door with pajamas on, her overnight bag slung over her shoulder and a kit of food in her other hand, Neva waited. And waited. And, expectedly, got so impatient in the first five seconds that she texted him a warning text to get him to open the door faster.
LATE CAUSE @ramondelamancha WAS A BUTT













