Christmas morning, Patrick wakes up slowly, and reaches out for Kevin. He realizes the bed is empty and sits up suddenly, only to groan and fall back against the pillows. He grimaces as he as he tries to swallow a few times.
Patrick: Eugh.
(Patrick gets up slowly and walks to the bathroom. He lifts his arm to sniff his armpit, and grimaces again. He slowly picks up his toothbrush and starts brushing his teeth. As he finishes, he hears muffled talking coming from the living room. He quickly finishes brushing his teeth and entering the bedroom, he grabs Kevin's sweat shorts from a pile on the floor and hurriedly pulls them on. He moves to the bedroom door, trying to hear more clearly. Frustrated, he peaks his head round the door frame and sees Kevin closing the front door behind a man leaving. Patrick walks out into the living room while Kevin returns to the kitchen and begins emptying the contents of grocery bags on the counter)
Patrick: Good morning.
Kevin: Hey. Look who's awake. Need an aspirin, dear?
Patrick: What's going on? Did you go grocery shopping? Are there shops open today? Who was at the door?
Kevin: I'm unpacking groceries. Yes I went shopping. Yes, shops are open. It was one of the building supers. He was helping me bring stuff in.
Patrick: (staring at the endless bags, Patrick moves to sit at the kitchen counter). Are you stocking up for winter?
Kevin: (leans over to kiss Patrick) Happy Christmas to you too. Mmmm. Nice. I thought you might taste like the bottom of a garbage can.
Patrick: God I felt like shit when I woke up. How much did I drink? Why is there so much food?
Kevin: It's your Christmas present. And so is that. That's what they helped me bring in. (Kevin points to a small fake 2-foot Christmas tree, decorated with bright garish tinsel, sitting by the window)
Patrick: Oh my god! Where did you get that? It is the ...MOST...appalling tree I have ever seen. I LOVE it.
Kevin: I got it at the grocery store. It was part of their display but they let me have it for a VERY hefty fee.
Patrick: Ahhh...you bought me a tree? And look...it can last for ever so we can use it again next year. I think I feel like crying.
Kevin: Are you being sarcastic on Christmas morning, Patrick Murray.
Patrick: I love it. I really do. But maybe we'll just take a picture to remember it by, rather than actually keep it for next year.
(Kevin grins and gets back to unpacking groceries)
Patrick: Anyway, I thought we said we weren't getting any gifts for each other. Not that I'm complaining. I mean, a tree and...enough food for the winter. You are such a hunter gatherer this morning.
Kevin: And there's more.
Patrick: Really? More? Oh shit. Did you get me an actual gift? Because I really didn't. But I did try to get you something. I actually found this really cool baseball on this collector's website, autographed by Kevin Costner, and I was totally going to buy it for you but there wasn't enough time to have it delivered, so...
Kevin: Relax...it's alright. We said no gifts.
Patrick: Yeah, but you broke the rule, so now I feel like the worst boyfriend ever.
Kevin: Ah, my poor little Patrick. There's always my birthday.
Patrick: Oh my god. I don't know when your birthday is. This day is getting worse and worse.
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Looking for Completion - the Looking Movie!
FanficMy screenplay for how I want the Looking movie to start...and eventually I suppose, end. Warning...won't make much sense if you haven't watched the show! Went to my dark place, where all my fears and anxieties about Team Kevin fester, and wrote this...