“One of my friends grabbed the cake off my plate and just smeared it all over my hand.”

So, a couple weeks ago, it was my birthday. Maybe like last week or the week before. And we went to the mall to get my present and I loved it. It was like Nike Blazers, which I’ve been wanting. And then I had two of my friends over and they both live in my neighborhood. We had a sleepover and a moonlight swim. So, we — I don’t know what time we got out of the pool, but then — I don’t — over around like eight-ish, that it would be dark outside. It was so fun. And then we went to watch a movie in the theater room of our house. And the movie finished at like 12:30. And then we talked till like one to two-ish like, just like, talking but not like, up. Like, laying down, but like — just like, talking until — for like, at least an hour. It was crazy.
But whenever we came inside from the pool, we did have some of the cake, which was cheesecake, and it was very delicious. But whenever I was changing, my two friends cut the cake and gave me my slice once I came out, and then one of my friends grabbed the cake off my plate and just smeared it all over my hand ’cause they were gonna do it in my face, but they decided not to and I’m very glad. So, it was a — usually I would be mad. Like, if this was my sisters, honestly, I’d probably be mad. But it was really funny, like, crazy.