Birthday

Okay so... Today is the birthday of three of my characters. (Yes, I give birthdays to most if not all of my characters. I can't help it.) They're triplets! I decided I should write a story about one of them, since I love writing about him. Towards the end, I changed the POV to another character because...I wasn't sure how to end it.
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The haze of sleep slowly fades away, leaving a dull throbbing pounding right between my eyes. The rhythm of rain threatens to lull me back to my dreams, but I get up anyway, groaning, waving my arm around aimlessly until I find my thick rimmed glasses. I squint behind them and stare at the wet window beside me, that dull gray glow of rainy days lighting up my room.

"Fitting," I mumble, something resembling a smile forming on my lips. My body jerks as my Blackberry suddenly starts playing Fury Sparks. "Hello?" I cautiously answer, my voice at least an octave higher than it should be.

"Hey, Frey." Ah. Mike. "Are you busy today?"

I pause a moment before replying, "Not really. Why?"

"Wanna come over? We were thinking of continuing our game."

"Sure, that's fine."

"Great. See you in a while."

"Okay."

I lay in bed for a while longer before getting up to get dressed. As I fix my tie, I hear a knock on my door.

"Frey?"

I open it, Loki standing there trying to smile. "Oh, you're going out?"

"Yeah, to a friend's house."

"Will you be home tonight?"

"I'm not sure." He runs a hand through his blonde hair and rocks back and forth on his heels as he watches me grab my keys. He watches after me as I walk past him, opening his mouth to say something but the words die out. I walk down the large hallways, small chandeliers hanging from the ceiling, large bouquets of roses in fancy vases gathering dust. I tune out the maids who stop as I pass them, the butler who says the same thing every year on this day, Sven in the living room cell phone in hand sweet talking his latest victim. His mouth is curled into a suave smile but his eyes dart at me nervously as I pass him by.

The rain lets up a bit as I begin driving, eventually stopping when I reach Mike's house. There's a light on on the second floor where his room is. Reaching the doorway, I linger back a little with my finger hovering over the doorbell.

The door opens just a crack. I take a step back as that head full of red hair appears from behind the door.

"What are you doing?" I ask.

Mike's head disappears and the door swings open, a bucket full of white and blue confetti flittering down from above.

"Happy birthday, Frey!"
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He stood there with his eyes and mouth wide open as Liam and Josh dragged him inside, confetti making a mess everywhere. In the kitchen, Frey visibly jerked when he saw the cake Liam made and his mouth drew taut, his eyebrows knit.

"H-how did you know?" he asked quietly, a tremor to his voice.

"Loki told Chester," I replied. His glasses seemed to fog up a little and a tear streaked his cheek, followed by another and another.

"Frey," Liam said, hovering over him, "what's wrong?"

Removing his glasses, Frey wiped his eyes with his free hand as we gathered around him. He looked up at each of us, giving a faint smile, his eyes so clear and blue.

"Thank you," he whispered. "Thank you."