Ian ask you and your friend group to his birthday party, you about to agree to come, but he left in a stuttering mess to his brother's van.

Now he's been waiting and waiting for all of his 'friends' that he ask at school to come, but it been 2 hours now. He set the food down on the table, he checked his watch hoping someone will come over.

His mom, Laurel walk into the living room holding a basket of laundry in her hands. "Ian, sweetheart where's all your friends?"