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"Come on... pick up!" Spencer paced nervously, muttering to himself as he browsed the shelves of the Hot Topic he was in. He'd been searching for what felt like hours, trying desperately to find the perfect gift for your birthday.
After fruitlessly roaming nearly every store in the mall, he finally came across the renowned emo heaven. (Never once during that time did he think to look at the map, of course)
At last, it seemed he'd find something that you might actually enjoy. Something related to your interests, to show that he paid attention- that he cared.
He'd found himself with a new problem.
Thus - we cut to him now- pacing the floor of Hot Topic, eyes darting frantically between his intimidatingly large selection of options, as he waited for Nadia to pick up the phone.
"Hello?"
"Nadia! Hey, thank fuck, you answered!" He may have said that a bit louder than he should have in public.
"That I did, what's up?"
"So you know how it's Link's birthday? I was hoping to find something that might relate to one of her interests. I've been at the mall trying to find her a gift all day, I hadn't been having any luck, but I just stumbled into Hot Topic, and now I'm a bit overwhelmed with options. So I wanted to ask you about what you thought she might like."
"Hmm... Hard to say, she's not super picky with stuff like that. Honestly though, as long as it's from you, she'll love it."
"As much as I appreciate the reassurance regarding our relationship, that really didn't help."
"I'll tell you what- just get her like a t-shirt or a plushie and maybe write her a song. She'll love that. If you wanna make her birthday like nobody else can, that's how."
"But that's-"
Spencer sighed.
"Alright, thanks, Nadia."
"No problem."
Spencer left the store with a nearly maxed-out card.
. . . . . .
On the actual day of your birthday, you'd been incredibly busy. Having all of your friends over through the day as you laughed and celebrated together.
By evening, you were glad for how it'd gone, but also happy to once again get some alone time with Spencer.
He'd told you throughout the day that he'd give you your gift when the two of you were alone.
"Not like that! I mean, unless you want it to be." He winked
He was unable to dodge the pillow you threw at him as you rolled your eyes.
Once you'd gone for your nap, he got to work. Placing each of the gifts he bought at Hot Topic on your shared table.
He'd gone over the lyrics a million times, wanting it to be nothing less than perfect. Despite performing in from of millions, he'd never been more nervous.
After ensuring that his guitar was turned, he lit the candles on your cake, setting off on the direction of your bedroom to wake you.
. . . . .
"Happy birthday, Link! Don't worry, I already lost the receipt" He joked
You just shook your head at his words, opting instead to kiss him.
"I fucking love you."
"I love you, too, baby. Happy birthday."
He then smiled, and picked up his guitar.
"I got one more thing for you, though."
. . . . . .
You ended the night in each other's arms, having h̶a̶d̶ ̶m̶i̶n̶d̶b̶l̶o̶w̶i̶n̶g̶ ̶s̶e̶x̶ made passionate love.
With your head on his chest, there was only one question left to ask.
"So, Link? Did you have a good birthday?"
"Yeah. I did."