Gianni POV "Gianni! Come downstairs, hurry!" I jumped out of the bed hearing my mom scream my name. I ran down the stairs, fully expecting a fire or a rogue. My sleep fogged brain barely processed the image before me. Both of my parents were standing in the middle of the kitchen with a stack of pancakes covered in candles. "What-..." "Happy birthday!", they shout. Oh crap. How did I forget that my 18th birthday is today? Happy rejection day to me.