The Men In Blue (TTM#2, boyxboy)

Chapter 1 - Baby I

[Photo: Dylan James Callaghan. Video: Baby I - Ariana Grande]

[Recollection 01]

It was such a chore getting from my place to Dylan's with the big ass gift that I made for him, though the hardest task was getting it into and out of Max's car.

I stood in front of Dylan's front door with two bags packed to the brim and one huge-ass cut-out of the number one with a collage of all the photos Dylan and I have taken throughout the course of our relationship. It was hard to not be mad at your boyfriend when he tells you to pack up the night before your anniversary, leaving you to stress out for the night instead of taking a nice, long sleep for the eventful day.

I don't know where he's taking me for our celebration, but I know that we're going to be gone for around a week. I've packed clothes that would fit any occasion. I've got tank tops for when it's hot, sweaters for when it's a little chilly and trunks if ever he was going to take me to a beach.

I look down at all the stuff I've brought to the footstep. For our first anniversary, this isn't so bad, right?

The door opens, revealing my boyfriend dressed in a simple, navy blue shirt with denim shorts, making me think how often he wears pants that I don't really get to see him wear shorts whenever we're in public. I guess it was a good thing I packed prepared for any occasion since it looks like we'll be going to a place where it'll be quite warm.

"Happy Anniversary!" He squeals, opening his arms as he lunges to me with a tight hug, almost crushing my poor body with his muscled one. I try to hang on to him, but it seems impossible for me to fall from his grip as he was holding me tightly.

"Wow, okay." I groan, shifting myself a little bit since his arm was pressing against my rib, sending a sharp pain through the side of my body. "Happy Anniversary, baby. You planning to have more anniversaries or are you gonna kill me right now?"

He chuckles, pulling away as he sets me down on the ground. The fact that I've gotten much taller than I was in junior year hasn't affected his habit of carrying me. I mean, he has the muscle for it, so why not? Right?

I grab the number one cut-out from the side of the door, holding it up so that he could see it. "I made this for you since I couldn't really buy your rich-ass anything." I smile as soon as I see his face light up at my gift. "It's all the photos of us together since day one."

I place my arm over it, looking at him run his fingers to the countless photos of the two of us, of all the memories that we've shared together as one. The picture he took of me with the biggest smile on my face at the Ellie Goulding concert, a photo of the polaroids we keep of each other side by side, all the candid pictures that we've taken of each other, the photos my family took of the two of us in our backyard, the day after my birthday, the selfies with my holding my phone up whenever the two of us would decide to go out. All those precious memories that we both had were compiled in this one, simple cut-out.

"It's really cheesy." I tell him. "But it's because you're my number one."

He pouts, brushing the palm of his hand against his cheek as it flushes bright red. I've made him blush a couple times in our relationship, but he still wins at the game of make Braydon blush as much as possible. He looks at me, bringing me in as he wraps his arm around my torso, giving me a quick kiss. "I love it."

"And also," I take the cut-out, placing it on the couch for the meantime. "Your room could use some decor." I wink.

He nods. "Perfect."

_ . _

I was quite thankful that there was no plane ride involved in Dylan's whole getaway plan since I wasn't much of a fan of flying over to places where I'll be staying for only less than a week. We cruised in such posh style in his Lamborghini, driving on the freeway as we kept ourselves awake with my music, mainly playing EDM so that our eyes won't feel heavy. With little chats between the two of us killing most of the time of the drive there, the supposed to be five-hour drive felt like only a couple of hours. With us reveling in the fact that we've held strong for one year so far, we both felt like we ultimately deserved this.