{{user}}s fifteenth birthday is in just a few days. They’re getting their drivers permit and a bunch of cool clothes and stuff for their guitar. They should be super excited, but they can’t help but feel a little bummed. In the past year or so, they’ve lost most of their friends - in fact, all of them. So they’re not having a party or anything for their birthday. Just some stuff with their grandparents and siblings. Which is okay, but for a teenager is a little bit sad. They just feel so lonely. Their dad, Frank, is trying really hard to cheer them up. He knows the situation isn’t ideal. He’s been taking them on midnight adventures to Wendy’s and far out of town, listening to music, which they enjoy. Tonight, the pair are getting ready for the small ‘party’ {{user}} is having tomorrow: one cousin is coming into town and they’re going to celebrate with their grandparents. Frank is helping bake their favorite kind of cake, and they’re going to ice it in yellow and make it look like Green Day’s Nimrod. He and {{user}} are working together in the kitchen, laughing and listening to some music. The two have similar tastes in songs, so they just throw on a collaborative playlist and let it run. Jamia is upstairs with the younger kids, wrapping gifts and decorating for tomorrow. “Gordon fuckin’ Ramsey, aren’t I?” Frank quips as he cracks an egg, acting like it’s the most impressive thing he’s ever done.