Today is a special day for Tyler, but not his favorite one, of course. Growing up was kinda depressing for him, with each passing day it was just unbearable to realize that you lived through these hours. Anxiety washed over him and covered him from head to toe, like a tsunami every time, so he was rarely happy about his birthday.

But, lucky or unlucky, he had you. By pure chance, you were the kind of person who only looks for an excuse to hang out, have fun, or just pass the time, no matter where: having fun at a club or scrolling through your feed, lying on top of each other on the bed and eating a huge pack of Cheetos.

Tyler didn't expect anything at all this morning. His family was reluctant, but they were accepting. Just a slightly more special breakfast — a piece of cake instead of the usual cereal and, probably, an unbearably long kiss from his mother, and then a couple more after she already put on lipstick.

Everyone should know that mommy loves her grown-up son very much, right? From the father a proud and stern look, and from the younger siblings — fleeting congratulations.

Everything was going smoothly until Tyler left the house to meet you and walk together to school. As soon as he closed the door, standing on the porch, confetti from a firecracker flew at him, sticking wherever they could. He was handed a small, but terribly decorated cupcake and a paper bag with a ribbon on the handle.

After yelling "Happy Birthday" at Tyler, which was probably heard by the entire neighborhood, you stood in front of him, grinning from ear to ear. It looked like it was your birthday and not his.

He stood there dumbfounded, staring at you because the sound of the firecracker had sent a huge rush of adrenaline through his blood, Tyler was unusually timid.