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I don't mind spending some time just hanging here with you
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The movie had ended a while ago, a satisfied smile still on your face after Mateo agreed that it was a good movie.
Quiet conversation carried the two of you through the night.
Harrison had gone upstairs at some point, leaving just the two of you on the couch. Unintentionally thigh to thigh for most of the movie, an unfamiliar energy had settled between the two of you.
The chime of Mateoâs phone pulled you both from the conversation.
âCassieâs gonna be home in a few.â
You stood from the couch, letting out a small yawn.
âI should probably get home then.â
Mateo collected your things before walking you to the door.
âThanks for tonight. You werenât a terrible tutor, I suppose.â you joked.
Mateo shook his head.
âFree dinner, help with school, we watched your favorite movie, and itâs still not good enough.â
You shrugged.
âI have high standards.â
Mateo smiled at you.
âI can tell.â
You laughed, opening the door.
âGoodnight, Mateo.â
âUh, wait a minute.â
He hesitated, just smiling at you.
âCan we maybe do something one night?â
You tilted your head.
âWe just did.â
He shook his head and let out a deep breath.
âNo, like a date.â
âOh!â
âOh?â
You could tell he was preparing for the worst.
âIâm sorry. We donât have to. I just thought there was something there.â
He was starting to ramble, so you stopped him.
âI would love to.â
âYeah?â
âYeah.â You nodded.
He let out a shaky breath.
âYeah. Okay. Uh, good.â He smiled.
You nodded, suddenly very aware of how warm your face felt.
âYou pick a time and place and Iâll be there.â
honesty hate writing dialogue so srry if that sucks
âI come bearing gifts.â you announced as you walked into the ED.
Shen and Ellis practically ran to either side of you.
âI was starting to think you forgot about us.â Ellis joked, already reaching into one of the bags.
She was quick to pull out a container and pass another to Shen.
âDespite the rumors, I canât live off Dunkin alone.â Shen added.
You shook your head.
âYou guys act like there isnât a cafeteria here.â
Lena rounded the nursesâ station and wrapped an arm around your shoulders.
âYeah, but cafeteria food is nothing compared to what you bring us.â
You smiled before scanning the department for your dad.
âWhere is my father? I need to make sure he actually eats.â
The mention of him seemed to summon him.
âRight here.â
Jack came up behind you, pressing a kiss to the top of your head before taking the container from your hands.
âYouâre a lifesaver, sweetheart. This smells amazing.â
Across the counter, Shen and Ellis nodded enthusiastically, already too busy shoveling pasta into their mouths to agree out loud.
You spent the next few minutes catching up with the Nightcrawlers, listening to everything youâd apparently missed since the last time you stopped by.
Then another voice pulled your attention away.
âAnything in there for me?â
You turned.
Mateo stood a few feet away.
In forest green scrubs.
The forest green scrubs.
Your eyes traveled down before meeting his again.
A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.
âI suppose you can eat. Not sure theyâll be too happy about sharing, though.â
You handed him a container, the one youâd secretly packed specifically for him with a little extra pasta.
Mateo barely had the lid off before Shen noticed.
âLooks like he got more than us.â He accused.
You put on your best innocent face.
âI donât have favorites. And if I did, my dad would obviously get the most.â
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"We're gonna kick things off with a request tonight. Whoever sent this one in... excellent choice. This one's been one of my favorites for a while. Here's Float On by Modest Mouse."
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The party was already in full swing.
Music echoed through your apartment, mixing with bursts of laughter from every room. Empty bottles had started collecting on the kitchen counter, someone had claimed control of the speaker, and Frank was somehow already losing a drinking game he'd insisted on teaching everyone.
Against all odds, the entirety of the Sexy Six had made it.
Twelve-hour shifts hadn't stopped any of them.
Mel looked effortlessly gorgeous, Trinity had shown up in heels she would undoubtedly regret in an hour, Dennis and Victoria were already arguing over the playlist, and Mateo had somehow convinced everyone to take shots before you'd even cut your cake.
Frank had surprised you by showing up nearly two hours early to "help set up."
Helping, however, turned out to mean following Mel around the apartment while offering deeply unneeded help.
So really,
He'd just come early to flirt.
Not that Mel seemed to mind.
You smiled to yourself as you wandered through the apartment, making sure everyone had a drink and enough food.
Despite everything your eyes kept drifting toward the front door.
Jack still wasn't here.
You knew he was working.
You knew he couldn't just leave the emergency department because it was your birthday.
But that didn't stop you from checking your phone every few minutes.
A knock at the door pulled you from your thoughts.
Your heart immediately leapt.
You smoothed a hand over your skirt, fluffed your hair in the reflection of the hallway mirror, and tried very hard to look like you hadn't been waiting for him all night.
You opened the door with a grin already forming.
"Robby?"
Michael Robinavitch stood on your doorstep holding a bottle of vodka in one hand and a gift bag in the other.
The grin on your face faltered just enough for him to notice.
"Ouch" he said, placing a hand over his chest. "You couldn't even pretend to be happy to see me?"
You laughed sheepishly.
"Sorry."
"You thought I was someone else."
"I...maybe."
Robby shook his head, laughing under his breath.
"Sorry to disappoint."
He held up the bottle of vodka.
"I come bearing gifts."
"And good news."
Your disappointment vanished almost instantly.
"What good news?"
He stepped inside, handing you the vodka.
"Jack just called."
You looked up so quickly it almost gave you whiplash.
"He managed to get out a little early."
A smile spread across your face before you could stop it.
"Really?"
Robby nodded.
"He's heading home to change first."
Then he smirked.
"And before you askâ"
"I wasn't going to ask."
"Sure."
"He specifically said he'd be here."
You bit back a smile that was threatening to become embarrassingly obvious.
"Good."
Robby raised an eyebrow.
"'Good?'"
You cleared your throat.
"I mean... cool."
"Mhm."
He looked entirely too amused.
"You've been checking that front door all night, haven't you?"
"I have not."
"Y/N."
"I've been greeting my guests."
"You almost looked disappointed enough to shut the door in my face."
"I would never."
"You considered it."
"Briefly."
Robby laughed, draping an arm over your shoulders as he steered you farther into the apartment.
"I'll forgive you."
"You should."
"Only because it's your birthday."
As the two of you disappeared into the party, you found yourself glancing at the door one more time.
Now you knew.
Jack was coming.
Somehow, that made waiting even harder.
You slipped out onto the balcony, grateful for the cool night air.
Your apartment had gotten warm hours ago.
Too many people.
Too much dancing.
Too much alcohol.
You needed a minute.
You leaned against the railing, fishing a cigarette from the nearly empty pack tucked into your purse.
You lit it with practiced ease, taking a slow drag before exhaling toward the city below.
Cars drifted through the streets beneath you, headlights cutting through the darkness.
A smile tugged at your lips.
Everyone had come.
Despite impossible schedules and twelve-hour shifts, every person you cared about had found time to celebrate with you.
Maybe it was the alcohol.
Maybe birthdays just made people sentimental.
Either way...
Your chest felt unusually full.
The balcony door slid open behind you.
"What's the birthday girl doing out here all by herself?"
You turned at the sound of the familiar voice.
Jack.
He'd changed out of his scrubs, his hair still slightly damp like he'd rushed through a shower before coming over. He looked a little out of breath, like he'd hurried from the parking lot.
"You made it."
The words came out softer than you'd intended.
His smile was just as warm.
"Told you I would."
Without thinking, you crossed the balcony and wrapped your arms around him.
The hug caught him by surprise.
You felt him freeze for the briefest moment before his arms settled carefully around your waist.
"Happy birthday." he murmured.
You smiled against his shoulder.
"I wasn't sure you were going to make it."
"I wasn't either."
You pulled back just enough to look at him.
"Busy shift?"
He let out a tired laugh.
"When isn't it?"
You nodded knowingly.
Neither of you let go right away.
For a second, the noise from the party faded into the background.
It was just the two of you, standing under the string lights on your tiny balcony.
Jack glanced down at the cigarette between your fingers before raising an eyebrow.
"So... this is where you've been hiding."
You followed his gaze and gave a guilty little shrug.
"I needed some air."
"And?"
"Maybe one bad habit."
Jack sighed, though there wasn't much annoyance behind it.
"You know those things will kill you."
A grin spread across your face.
"Kinda the point."
You took another drag before shrugging.
"I'm just speeding up the process."
The smile disappeared from his face.
Completely.
"Don't joke about that."
You blinked.
"It was a joke."
"I know."
His voice was quieter now.
"I just don't like hearing you say things like that."
You studied him for a moment.
He wasn't teasing.
He wasn't lecturing.
He looked... genuinely bothered.
"Jack..."
He looked out over the street instead of at you.
"I don't like the idea of you not being around."
The words landed somewhere deep in your chest.
For a second, neither of you spoke.
You looked down at the cigarette in your hand.
Then, with a quiet sigh, you stubbed it out in the ashtray sitting on the railing.
Jack looked back at you.
"You didn't have to do that."
"I know."
You offered him a small smile.
"But I'd rather spend my birthday with you than with a cigarette."
For the first time since he'd stepped onto the balcony, he smiled again.
A real one.
And somehow...
That felt like the best birthday gift you could've asked for.
"So" Jack said, nodding toward your apartment "everyone's still upright in there?"
You smiled, leaning against the balcony railing.
"Somehow."
You laughed to yourself.
"But I'm pretty sure Mateo or Trinity are about to tap out. They decided that, as my closest friends, they needed to keep up with me."
Jack huffed a quiet laugh.
"That sounds like a terrible idea."
"It was."
"And yet they committed to it."
"They're loyal."
"They're idiots."
"They can be both."
Jack shook his head, smiling.
His eyes lingered on you for a second before he asked,
"Does that mean you're tapping out soon?"
You immediately shook your head.
"Can't."
"Why not?"
"You just got here."
You shrugged.
"And Robby actually showed up."
Jack raised an eyebrow.
"I have to make it worth your guys' time."
His expression softened.
"You don't have to entertain everyone."
"I know."
"But I want to."
A comfortable silence settled between you.
The music from inside drifted out onto the balcony, muffled by the closed door.
Without really thinking about it, Jack rested a hand lightly against the small of your back.
It was subtle.
Barely there.
But enough to send an unexpected warmth through you.
"You've already done enough." he said quietly.
You looked up at him.
"Yeah?"
"Yeah."
The corner of your mouth lifted.
"Well..."
You nudged him gently with your shoulder.
"I guess we should get back before Frank starts another drinking game."
Jack laughed.
"Too late."
You could already hear Frank yelling triumphantly through the glass.
"I think he's teaching Dana flip cup."
You winced.
"Oh no."
Jack smiled, giving your back one last gentle pat before letting his hand fall away.
"C'mon."
He nodded toward the apartment.
"It's your birthday."
You smiled.
"Lead the way."
Jack held the balcony door open for you.
"Come on birthday girl."
He followed you inside.
The warmth of your apartment immediately swallowed you both whole.
Music blasted from the speaker.
Someone cheered loud enough to shake the walls.
Frank was standing on your coffee table, passionately explaining the rules of a drinking game that had very clearly gone off the rails.
"I'm telling you, that's not what the card says!"
"It doesn't have to!" he argued.
Mateo was doubled over laughing while Mel triedâand failedâto pull Frank off the table.
Even Robby was shaking his head, laughing into his drink with Dana in the corner.
The entire apartment was loud.
Chaotic.
Completely out of control.
Exactly how you'd hoped your birthday would be.
The moment everyone spotted you walking back in, the room erupted.
"There she is!"
"Birthday shot!"
"No, absolutely not" you laughed, immediately backing away.
Mateo pointed dramatically.
"Get her!"
You barely had time to react before half the room descended on you.
Dennis shoved a birthday hat back onto your head.
Victoria thrust a drink into your hand.
Frank had somehow acquired a kazoo.
You didn't ask.
You didn't want to know.
Through the chaos, your eyes found Jack.
He hadn't joined in.
Instead, he stood just off to the side, nursing a beer with the smallest smile on his face as he watched your friends swarm you.
You caught him looking.
He lifted his bottle in a quiet little toast.
You smiled back.
Just for a second.
Then Trinity was dragging you into another round of birthday shots before you could think too much about it.
Maybe it was the alcohol.
Maybe it was another year older.
Whatever the reason...
As laughter echoed through your apartment you couldn't help but smile.
For the first time in a long time...
You couldn't imagine celebrating your birthday anywhere else.
Or with anyone else.
its.y/n im probably getting evicted...
mateodiaz please apologies to your downstairs neighbors for me cuz I threw up off your balcony
franklangdon you are not allowed to throw parties anymore cause I can't remember everything
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