“Hey, what time is it again?” Andrew asks aloud.

“11:57. Why do you keep asking?” Cyncere follows up placing their phone back into their pocket. They arch their head over the back of the couch so they could look in Andrew’s general direction. The TV being the only light source in the room does a poor job of illuminating him but Cyncere can vaguely make out his brown hair glistening even in the dark room and his slender frame.

“If you are playing with yourself you might as come over here.”

“You deadass?” All Andrews movement stopping all together.

“No.”

Andrew steps out from the shadows. Even in the dark, his eyes a deep shade of green still captivate but he wears a goofy smile that usually means he is up to no good.

“Andrew I was joking. If you come over here with your dick out don’t expect to leave with it attached to your body.”

“What time is it?” Andrew asks.

“Huh?”

“Quickly Cyn. What time is it?”

Cyn pulls out their phone and checks the time.

“11:59. Why do you keep asking?”

The smile on Andrews face grows even larger. He dash back into the depths of the room but just as quickly as he disappeared he reappears 3 seconds later with something hefty in his hand. It is too dark to make out what it is. With no trace of his mischievous smile it is hard to tell what he is thinking. Instead his face now holds a wholesome smile and concentrated eyes on whatever it is he is holding.

“You still got your lighter on you?” Andrew asked.

“I always have my lighter on me.” Cyn proclaimed proudly.

Andrew walks closer until he is now standing next to Cyn and the ice cream cake he is now holding becomes visible. The words read ‘life may suck, but it gives worse head when you’re around.’

“Andrew you bought me a cake?” Cyn whispers.

“No. This is my dick with icing on it, yes I bought you a cake.”

“But… why”

“Well when you hit me up earlier today to hang out i figured your family was being… well, your family. So before I came to pick you up I called the ice cream shop down the street and picked it up. You would have loved the face the cashier made when I asked her to write that on the cake. Priceless.”

“Andrew” cyn tries to talk as the tears start to stream down their face.

“Hey now, I don’t want your tears to ruin the cake. I want a slice too.”

“Shut up. Im only crying because it smells worse now that you are closer.”

“Hahaha real funny. Would you light the candle already and make a wish already. Your birthday is probably already over by now.”

“And whose fault is it for waiting until 11:59 to want to give me a birthday cake” Cyn says as they push Andrew away. “Why would you wait until the last possible minute to do something so sweet anyway?”

“It’s not about how you start the day Cyn, it’s about whose basement you decide to spend the last minutes of it with.” Andrew jokes.

“Yea, clearly I am in the right place then” Cyn chuckles.

They both pause to look at one another and after a slight second of intense eye contact they shift their gazes to other things. Cyn wiping her tears and Andrew looking at the TV.

“Light the candle already so we can eat this thing.” Andrew says.

Cyn pulls the lighter out of their back pocket and lights the candle.

🎶Happy birthday to you🎶

——————————————————————— Not a birthday party per se but c’est la vie.