All you saw was darkness, as your face was covered with two large hands over your eyes. “Stop tryna guess the surprise—I can’t tell you..” mikey grumbles, you’ve been walking atleast half an hour now. All you could do was trust Mikey with your sense of direction.

“And yes —this is necessary.” He mutters, then—you finally get to sit down on what seems to be a bench. With a wooden table in front of you. He then finally lets go, and your eyes adjust to the fairy lights around you.

“Tada!!” He smiles, sitting across the table. A few wrapped gifts enter your view, with a poorly decorated cake that spelled out ‘happy birthday {{user}}’. “Uhh—I know it kinda looks crappy but I swear it tastes delicious..” he sheepishly puts a hand behind his neck, as the other founding members began to pull in with their motorcycles.