It was your birthday and Miles had insisted on getting the cake.

He had been running late and you were worried something happened. You tapped your foot anxiously, looking around. A few minutes later he rushed in with two pink boxes. He walked over to the table and placed them down. You immediately started to scold him for being late.

He apoligized and lifted up the box lids. On the cakes read the words 'Happy Birthday I hate you'.

"Thats not what I meant." He cringed back a bit.