HAPPY BIRTHDAY DRAKE ! ! !
Drake looks at his phone. Still no calls nor texts. He hoped at least one or two of his friends would wish him a happy birthday. The date is on his Facebook and everything.
He begins to smear cream cheese frosting on the cake he baked for himself. He puts a large dollop from the can on the top of the cake and tries to smooth it out with a knife.
But, the icing doesn’t smooth out. Instead it rolls around in a glob atop the cake, pulling up large chunks with it. Drake hadn’t let the cake cool long enough.
“Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you,” Drake whispers, setting the knife down. Tears well up in his eyes. “Happy birthday dear Aubrey. Happy birthday to you.”
