6 am. The sun was barely out, and you were nestled comfortably in a pile of fluffy blankets, asleep. That was, until JJ violently shook you awake. You groaned, slapping his hand away, but to no avail.

“Cmon, s’your birthday!” He whined liked a child, trying to pull the blanket off. “Everyone’s waiting for you! You want me to get JB in here?”