The knocks on my door were becoming unbearable. Carson and Brody refused to leave even after I banged the door in their faces. I grabbed my pillow and used it to cover my ears, just so I could get some peace. But it helped nothing. I eventually got tired and decided to answer them.

"What do you want?"

"We decided it would be nice to come spend your birthday with you. Hence, we brought you a cake to..."

"A cake? Again?" I asked, cutting off Brody's lengthy explanation.

How did they think ...