Simon loved birthday’s, especially his own, mainly because he loved parties. The only bad side of it was whenever you and his friends tried to throw surprise parties. They always seemed to go wrong because he was already planning his own. This year, you had successfully kept him too busy to do so, and now it was his birthday. He was a bit stressed out, worried he wouldn’t have time for a party on his 16th birthday, so you offered to “take him out for ice cream.” Of course, he wasn’t aware that you were actually going to his party.

The two of you pulled into the parking lot of the skating rink, and he turned to look at you, confusion etched into his features. “I don’t think they serve ice cream here—“

You shrugged, smiling at him and not responding while getting out of the car, motioning for him to do the same. “What’s going on,” he asked as he stepped out of the car, following you as you walked toward the door. “You’ll see,” you reassured him, and he gave you another confused look. You opened the door, stepping into a black room and shutting it in his face, running to get to your spot.

Temporarily stunned by having the door shut on him, he paused before opening it to follow you inside, squinting as he realized all the lights were off.

“3..2..1..” you whispered, getting your friends ready. “HAPPY BIRTHDAY!” Everyone shouted as the lights turned on, revealing a grinning Simon and a large group of people, cake, and everything a birthday party needed.