On the refrigerator was a note: Open me. I pulled the fridge open, and there was the big box Shay had brought, sitting on the middle shelf. I pulled it out and opened it to find eight perfectly frosted cupcakes, each one with a letter written on it. I H A T E Y O U A note was next to that, and I read it over and over again. Happy Birthday, ya filthy animal. -Chick P.S. Don’t worry, I still hate you, but every birthday boy deserves a cupcake. I picked up a cupcake and took a big bite. Damn. It tasted absolutely amazing. Fuck, Chick. I hate you, too.
