Norman Archibald Reginald Arcturus Steven the Third, or Steve, awoke from his deep slumber to more darkness, as his eyelids hadn't opened yet. "Seymour!" he called.

His butler came hustling up to his bedside. Steve continued, "My eyes aren't open yet, Seymour. Are you rejecting your responsibilities? Must I fire you and get a hotter butler?"

"No sir." Seymour hurriedly pried open his master's eyes and lifted him onto a hover board. "There you are, sir."

Steve nodded at his butler. Suddenly, a burst of excitement pounded in his mind. It was his birthday! He had lost track of which one, however. It was Seymour's job to keep up with his age. Steve jubilantly hover-boarded downstairs and sat at a gilded breakfast table. Mindy, his cook, spooned his food into his mouth while Seymour worked his jaws.

As soon as Steve was done eating, he hurriedly pulled out his phone and dialed Kaitlyn. Kaitlyn was his "friend with benefits", and boy, did she have benefits. These benefits included (but were not limited to): great cookies, hilarious impressions, and fabulous gift giving skills. Not the other kind of benefits ya nasty.

"Steve! It is your birthday, is it not? I've got the perfect gift! I'll come over at four. How does that sound?"

"Great! See you then, Kaitlyn." And he hung up.

Time skip brought to you by frying pans

Steve eagerly watched as Seymour opened his present for him. As soon as the wrapping paper was off, he held out his hands, and into them was plopped... a spatula? "Kaitlyn...a spatula?"

She nodded enthusiastically. "So that you can learn to cook your own eggs! It's not bad to do some work sometimes!"

"Thanks, Kaitlyn." On the outside, he smiling gratefully, but an eternal scream echoed inside his mind. Kaitlyn was supposed to be his friend with benefits! A spatula wasn't very beneficial at all! And work?? He wasn't even going to get started on work.

After Kaitlyn had left, Steve boarded his hover-board by himself (for the first time ever) and went to the trash can, where he then promptly disposed of the spatula. It was a disgrace to him and to Kaitlyn's gift-giving skills.

He then headed up to his bedroom. He was starting to get into bed when he saw something under his sheets. He lifted the covers to reveal... his sock which he had kicked off the previous night. He'd thought he had got it off the bed, but no one was ever that lucky. He then continued to get into the blankets, where his foot connected with something hard. He pulled it out to reveal it to be... his alarm clock, which was weird, as it was normally in Seymour's sleeping cupboard. Satisfied, he got into bed and stared up at the ceiling to reveal a certain figure on the ceiling fan, which was none other than his sunglasses he had lost months ago.

Steve then dozed off, and when he woke up in the morning, the shape staring him in the face was none other than the spatula Kaitlyn had given him the previous day.

Dun dun DDDDDDAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!! To be continued!