Andrew lay in bed at around 1 pm in the afternoon drifting in and out of sleep. The light was penetrating the shades as it had been since 7am but each time he woke he would sulk and grow angry that his parents had once again missed his birthday to fly out to LA and play agent for his sister. He awoke again this time he sat up in bed and adjusted his pillow. He moved the covers to uncover his semi-muscular upper body and he glared at the wall separating his room from Debby's, "Fucking bitch... Ruins everything because she's on television..." He pouted like this for a half hour ignoring his morning wood. He wrongfully assumed, however, that Debby did not care about or remember his birthday.