Gifts, because why the hell not?

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"You like your gift?" James asked.

"How could I not?" I asked as I brought the custom made shirt, he even fucking designed itm how do I know? He was taking about making shirts, and he made one, and I asked to see it, and he said not right now. 

"Go put it on!" He smiles.

I take my shirt off, and slid on my new shirt.

It says, "I'm here, I'm James' boyfriend, and fuck you if you try and take me from him"

Then there's a little drawing he made of us holding hands, starting out at the sunset. 

I have a little trans flag, and he has a bisexual flag, in our hair. 

It's so adorable, I'm dying inside.

"I'll be right back," James says as he gets up. He kisses me on the cheek before leaving.

A few minutes pass, before he comes out with a different shirt on.

I gasp. "I have one more thing for you <3" he says as he grabs my hand.

His shirt says, "I'm never letting go of my bestie, and boyfriend, Lee." With us holding hands! AHHHHHHH I'M EXPLODING

"Close your eyes," he orders, softly.

I purr in response. I also close my eyes.

He continues to lead me somewhere. 

We stop, and he says, "open your eyes."

I open my eyes, and I gasp.

"Oh my God, babe! I don't deserve you!"

"Your birthday is when?"

"September 17th," I reply.

"Ok, so that's in ten days, so I have enough time to-"

"Ok, babe stop doing math, and like, let me look at this closer," I stop him.

I pick up the item. 

"I knew you'd like it!" He smiles. 

I look up at him. His bright pink hair is radiating onto my hands, from the bright light that's behind him.

"It's.... It's so beautiful!" I say as I hug him.

The item? It was, indeed, a

French Fry. But, it wasn't edible. It's a French fry that was cured in resin. And it says, "you're like a French fry, nice, hot, and when I kiss you, delicious- Lee's message to James, July 7th 2025." 

I place the French fry down, and kiss James in the lips. 

We separate, and I look into his bright, emerald green eyes. He looks so happy, with that smile plastered on his face. 

"I love you," we both say before going in for another kiss.

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