Leroy, Oliver, Hunter and Tate
Oliver stepped through the door and entered his home only to be greeted with a loud cry of "Surprise!" from his uncle, Tate and Hunter. Oliver stared, and a small smile appeared on his face as he saw the cake with "Congratulations" written on it.
"Oh hey," Oliver joked, "wasn't one party enough?"
"That was just for your 18th," Tate replied firmly. "This is for becoming a YIRAAS agent."
"Well, I'm not an agent yet... I only applied today."
"It's in the bag."
Leroy chuckled.
"How'd it go?" he asked.
"Pretty good," Oliver replied. "There were a couple of spots where I thought I screwed up, but I think I managed to make up for them in other areas."
"That's good," Leroy nodded.
"Can we eat the cake now?" Hunter asked. "I'm hungry."
"You cut," Tate said to Oliver. "Your cake."
"I'm being spoiled this week," Oliver smiled.
Well, other than the fact that Yvette had started avoiding him. Guess she was serious when she said that she didn't want to be friends with an agent.
He wished it didn't bother him as much as it did.