One of them is sick

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*Ryan's POV* (2k+ words)

Fuck summer.

Fuck warm days that make my body melt in disgustingly droplets of sweat a little bit more minute by minute.

Air conditioner is a thing, sure. But you can't stay locked inside all day —not me at least—. You'll sweat like a cold glass of water when you go outside. And we all agree sweating isn't a pleasant experience.

However, in winter you can fight the coldness off easily. The only thing you need to do is wrap yourself in many thick coats or covers as you want, get in front of a fireplace, drink warm beverages, and counting.

Therefore winter is better than summer, in every way possible.

And thank goodness it's December, four days before New Years to be exact.

The day of Brendon's and I anniversary of meeting each other, not our actual anniversary of us dating though, but it's an important day for me and I'd like to make something for dinner tonight.

If I put on the oven a frozen-uncooked pizza from the store, it'd count as I was the one who cooked it? I hope so, because that's what I will do.

The pizza, maybe a glass of red wine in hand, laying on the couch cuddling and watching a movie. Sounds like a perfect plan to me.

"Ryan, you do remember what day is today, right?" Brendon asks from the bathroom. "If you don't, I swear I'll get my bags and leave."

He pops out of the bathroom leaning in the doorway with his arms on his sides, one brow lifted and a smirk on his face.

"Are you kidding? How could I forget it? Ohio, December 27th, four years ago. See?" I sit up on the bed and make grabby hands. "C'mere."

Brendon flushes red and walks over to me. "Agh, I wanted to leave." He smiles playfully but I frown. "Of course not silly, even if you forget my name I wouldn't leave. Sorry, but you're not freeing yourself of me anytime soon. I love you too much to do so."

I know he was joking, but just the thought of him leaving me —hypothetically—, makes me feel sad nonetheless. He's the love of my life and I can't lose him, not today, not tomorrow nor never.

"And you'll better stick to it huh. I love you too so so so much." He leans down, and I lean up, and we met in the middle, our lips connecting in a sweet loving peck. "And I won't leave neither." I hold the back of his neck so I can deepen the kiss, but he pulls away. I whine at the loss of contact and he chuckles, poking my nose.

"I'll be right back." He turns around and sprints out of the bedroom. I'm left with a puzzled look on my face and questions running through my head. But soon I hear footsteps getting close to the room.

Brendon reappears in the room grinning from ear to ear and big bright eyes, holding a small ice cream tub in his hands and two spoons. "I got ice cream!"

I chuckle at his excitement and he giggles, joining me on the bed. "Cookie dough?" He nods vigorously, trying to open the tub. "Fuck yeah! My fav!"

When he's done fidgeting with the lid, he hands me my spoon and we both start eating enthusiastically the delicious and sugary treat.

"I think I love ice cream more than I love you." He says with his mouth full. "Yeah, it'd be interesting getting married to a tub of ice cream, you'd be there too though." He glances at me with the most innocent and beautiful look ever and I fall in love all over again.

"Sure," I chuckle softly, not ripping my eyes off of him. "I wanna see that too."

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