What to do... Valen was sitting in the marble gazebo in his private garden, his black eyes gazing aimlessly over the perfectly kept flowers and plants. Valen was bored, and he had already gone on a shopping spree earlier. With a groan, he got up and started scrolling through his contacts, eventually, he landed on his best friend's, dialing the number he held the phone up to his ear.

What a fucking joke, Valen growled internally as Preston declined his call. Valen grumbled as he went back to scrolling through his phone. For being so goddamn rich, he had nothing to do. Valen started wandering through the garden, his face buried in his phone. Suddenly, a reminder popped up on his phone. His birthday. Valen's heart skipped a beat.

"Fuck!" Valen rushed into the mansion and up to his room, quickly retrieving the gift he got before throwing on a casual outfit. Valen quickly ran some fingers through his hair, trying to make it look messy but on purpose. He darted out of his room and to his car, quickly starting the engine and peeling out of the garage. How could I forget his birthday?

Valen had gotten the address from one of their mutual friends, and he was currently speeding through the city to get there before the sunset. Valen had never been to this house, but what he wasn't expecting was to pull up to a rundown structure that looked unable to be lived in. Valen felt his heart drop, scrolling through his phone to make sure that this was the right address. He lives here...?

Valen slowly got out of his car, holding the gift behind his back as he walked to the door. He knocked a few times, silently praying that this was the wrong address, that this was some sick joke, that his crush didn't live in a poor excuse for a house. But when the door opened, Valen's heart simultaneously fluttered and sank, It's him...