"Ugh, I hate this part." Dan grumbled, slowly starting to remove the seeds from the inside of his pumpkin. He placed a handful of them on the table, shaking off the extra orange goop that came with it. "Bleh." He stuck out his tongue at the pile of pumpkin seeds, getting up from his chair to retrieve a spoon from the kitchen.
"Oh, come on. It's not that bad." Phil laughed, creeping up behind him and attempting to touch the back of Dan's neck, his hands covered in the orange pulp.
"Ahh!" Dan squealed, twisting backwards and almost slapping Phil in the face, scattering spoons across the counter and floor. "Hey! You know I don't like it when you do that!"
"Haha, yes, I know." Phil said mischeviously, poking Dan on the nose. "Boop."
Dan's crinkled his nose, but he chuckled at the same time. "Wash your hands, Phil. Jesus."
"Well, I'm not done hollowing out my pumpkin yet." Phil sat back down at the table, pulling the large orange gourd towards him again. Naturally, Phil had decided to choose the largest pumpkin the store had to offer, so he still had much work to do.
"You're rediculous, Phil. You really are." Dan laughed, watching as Phil shifted to the edge of his seat.
"I am not." Phil giggled. "So, what are we going to do with these?" He gestured to the pile of seeds in the table.
"I don't know. Some people roast them. I was thinking maybe we could do cinnamon ones or something." Dan shrugged.
"Or we could give them to the pigeons outside. I'm sure they'll like them."
"No, Phil. All they'll do is swarm our house."
"But wouldn't it be a nice thing to do, though? October is almost over, which means it's pretty close to Christmas. Have some holiday spirit, Dan." Phil jokingly poked Dan in the ribs.
"Yeah, okay. Go on and go out there, and live your dream as the pigeon king."
"I will be the pigeon king!" Phil awkwardly attempted to mimic a pigeon bobbing it's head, making Dan giggle.
"You're such a dork, you know that?" Dan leaned in to give Phil a kiss on the forehead, which startled the raven haired boy. "My dork."
Phil blushed profusely. He looked up at Dan, making a small pigeon noise. Dan smiled back at him.
It felt as if time had completely stopped. The two boys sat there for what seemed like forever, staring into each other's eyes. It was a pure, warm and fuzzy feeling - one that Phil wanted to live in forever.
Suddenly, Phil felt something cold and slimy press against the back of his neck. He reached his hand back to feel what it was, even though he knew it could only be one thing. - pumpkin guts.
"Dan!" Phil shouted at his boyfriend, who now was leaned almost all the way back in his chair, laughing.
"Got you!" Dan exclaimed, cackling hysterically and laying back over the chair.
"That's not funny!" Phil said in an attempt to be serious. Dan just kept laughing.
"Fine then." Phil said quietly, trying not to show his amusement. He went back to working on his pumpkin, turning away from Dan, who sat up.
"You know I do love you, right?" Phil heard Dan whisper in his ear from beside him.
"I know you do." He set down the carving knife and turned to kiss Dan, who was taken by surprise, even though it had happened so many times before.
"I love you too."
