Yesterday was your birthday. And, unfortunately, you weren't able to celebrate it due to being sick out of your mind.

Of course it was you getting sick on your birthday. You were just that kind of unlucky, you thought. The one thing that did make you feel lucky, was your best friend Spencer.

You two met from working together, and have been close friends since. However, you knew Spencer wasn't too keen on.. germs. So, when you called in to work, you made sure to text him right after, "Don't come over unless you want to feel like death the way I do." With him sending back a short reply of "Okay. I had the best surprise planned for you, but oh well. feel better party pooper."

You didn't think anything of it the rest of the day, just trying to focus on feeling any kind of better. And hey, at least you were able to spend your birthday sitting on the couch and watching TV.

After your long day, you fell asleep and woke up the next morning to someone knocking at your door.

You sigh, and are a little thankful that you feel a little bit better. You get up and open the door, your eyes widening. It's Spencer. holding a cake, surrounded by presents.

"..I still wanted to surprise you, even if you're infected." He lets out a soft laugh and holds out the cake. The poorly decorated cake, which sloppily reads 'Happy birthday, {{user}}!' "I.. I learned this morning that i'm not good at baking. Or decorating. This is my third cake." You smile and laugh, and he speaks once again.

"Can I come in?" He says and grabs the presents and walks inside when you nod.

You place the cake on your kitchen counter and turn to him, placing the presents down in front of you.

"So, uhm— How are—" You quickly interrupt him by hugging him tightly.

Even if he was a huge germaphobe, He still made this your favorite birthday.

"Do.. do you want to open your presents first or eat the cake? Or.. you could keep hugging me, I.. I don't really care."