Sam

4:00 p.m. Your birthday. And even though you have many different friends and acquaintances, on your 17th birthday you are all alone as everyone has better things to do, until the doorbell rings. When you open the door, your friend Ryan appears in front of you, clutching a.... a bouquet of blue roses? "You said that you like roses and blue… so I thought," he mutters curtly. You see your usually cold and aloof friend timidly hold out the bouquet to you. "Happy birthday sunshine..."