[It was Ryan and Brendon's first Christmas together! Fluff!]
[Because who doesn't love a Christmas story 3 days after Christmas?]
Ryan woke up to Brendon, who was snuggling against him in their bed. He was more snuggly than usual, which was odd to Ryan at first, but Ryan then concluded that it had begun to snow outside, which made it more cold in their room than usual. It was the first snowfall of the year, considering they now live in the midwestern region. Ryan knew it would melt fast though, so he wanted to take in all the glory of a snow day. And what better way to spend a snowy Christmas Eve, than with your lover?
"Babe, get up." Ryan spoke quietly. Brendon groaned against Ryan's chest.
"Mmh, I don't wanna." Brendon mumbled. Ryan nudged him.
"C'mon, Bren. It's snowing outside." And that was when Brendon immediately jolted upright.
"Snow?!" Brendon questioned, seemingly passing the whole 'morning grogginess' phase. Ryan laughed, and pointed at the window, still laying down.
"See?" Ryan informed. Brendon jumped out of bed an to the window, looking to see if it was all his imagination. It wasn't.
Brendon bolted out the room, not waiting for Ryan to get up to go outside. Ryan made an annoyed noise in the back of his throat. He couldn't let Brendon have all the fun.
Ryan groggily got out of bed, and stumbled out of the room, and following Brendon. Brendon was already outside, jumping into whatever pile of snow he could find. Ryan stepped outside, and immediately regretted this decision once he felt how cold it was outside.
Just then, a snowball came hurling at the side of Ryan's head, making him fall into the snow. He face planted into the pile, getting an immense wake-up call. Once he heard Brendon giggling, he knew this meant war.
Ryan got up, collecting as much snow as he could around him, and turning them into balls to throw at Brendon.
They did this continuously, for 30 minutes, hiding behind trees and making snow forts. It stopped, until Ryan made all of his little snow balls into one big snowball. Brendon rushed towards Ryan. Before Brendon could reach Ryan, Ryan grabbed the ball and threw it all at Brendon's face with vast force. Brendon fell into the snow face first, laying there. Ryan laughed, triumphantly.
"Take that, Brendon!" There was no noise or movement that emitted from Brendon.
"Brendon?"
Nothing.
"B-Brendon?" Ryan was getting scared. He walked over, and knelt beside Brendon. Before Ryan could do anything to a seemingly lifeless Brendon, Brendon jumped back up and pushed Ryan back into the snow, getting on top of him and holding him down.
How Brendon did that? Ryan had no clue. It all happened so fast.
"Now who's the real winner here?" Brendon smirked. Ryan pushed Brendon off of him.
"Jesus, Brendon, don't fucking do that to me ever again!" Brendon laughed wickedly.
"Aw, I'm sowwy. Was wittle Wyan worried?" Brendon got up, and offered a hand to help Ryan get up as well. Ryan grabbed his hand.
"What? Worried that I thought I hurt you? Oh, psh, absolutely not." Ryan replied, sarcastically. Brendon wrapped his arms around Ryan's neck.
"Aw, you do care!"
"Well of course I do, for god sakes."
"Thats so adorable!"
"Yeah, okay. Lets just go inside and get warm. Besides, my family wants us over tonight, so we should probably get ready for that, as well."
