All I Want For Christmas Is You [Krii7y]

[Dec. 24- Love]

"

Make my wish come true

Baby all I want for Christmas is you"

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John was nervous.

Scratch that, he was anxious.

You know what? Scratch all of that.

He was feeling like he was about to faint or die any moment know because of all the anxiety, nervousness and stress he was having.

And all because of one fucking question.

The American took a deep breath, staring at the grey ring box in front of him. Jaren went to the store a couple of minutes ago since the Misfits drank all their milk and ate all their rice and pasta.

He bit his lip as he glanced at the clock. Ten minutes have gone by. He should be back by now. Why wasn't he back already?

The American took a deep breath, remembering the conversation he had with the Misfits yesterday when Jaren went to the bathroom.

"John, that fucker loves you so much. He will obviously will say yes." Said Toby, after everyone grinned encouragingly. "So don't worry too much, say the right words and remember to breath, we don't want you to die because you forgot to breath."

John chuckled bitterly. Why was he so nervous? It was just a simple question.

A question that would change their relationship.

"Fuck." Muttered John, standing up and pacing around their bedroom. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck-"

John stopped when he heard the front door open. He froze when he heard a couple of steps and the door close. "I'm home!" He heard Jaren call out. "Are you in the bedroom?"

The American panicked when he heard footsteps getting closer. He sprinted towards the bedside table, grabbing the grey box and shoving it under their bed just when Jaren opened the door.

"Uh, John?" Asked Jaren, tilting his head. "Why are you knelt beside the bed?"

John froze, thinking of an excuse. "O-Oh! Sorry, I was looking for my..." He saw a pen under the bed. He grabbed it swiftly, turning around and facing Jaren. "...pen, which fell."

The Canadian raised his eyebrow questioningly but slowly nodded. "Okay." He shrugged. "Anyways, I'm gonna start putting away everything. We can later watch that movie you told me about."

John nodded wordlessly, watching as Jaren turned around and closed the door. The older male let out a breath he didn't know he was holding and dropped to his knees, searching for the grey ring box.

He found it and grabbed it, only to pale when the ring wasn't inside.

'fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck-' Thought John, collapsing on the floor and searching for a small grey ring with blue gems.

He was about to go into a panic attack when he saw the ring on the other side of the room

"How the fuck did you get there?" Mumbled John, rushing and grabbing the ring, putting it where it goes.

The American took a deep breath, putting the ring box on his hoodie pocket. He walked out of the room just when Jaren finished putting the rice away.

"Hey babe..." Said John, biting his lip and holding the box tightly in his hand as he walked towards the living room. "Can I talk to you for a while?"

Jaren raised his eyebrow, but nodded. "Sure." He said walking towards the couch and sitting down, looking at John with eyes filled with patience and innocence. "What's up?" He asked.

'Fuck, here goes nothing.' Thought John, taking a deep breath.

"Jaren, we met when Craig set up a recording session and both of us were invited." Started John, playing with the box in his hoodie pocket. "After the session was over, everyone left, leaving us alone. That's when we started getting to know each other.

"We used to text or skype every week, talking over anything really. You always made sure things weren't awkward when I didn't reply or I'd be having one of my episodes.

"Then we met in PAX after talking online for nearly two years. You never showed me your face, saying 'you'll know who I am' and sending a winky face. I hated that winky face with a burning passion.

"Then we bumped in one of the hallways of PAX, and I knew it was you by your face alone. We separated from the group for a while so we could have a private moment. Then I realized my feelings a day before you leaved.

"I pondered my feelings, before having the guts to kiss you when you were about to say 'see you later'. Surprisingly, you kissed me back.

"We started this long distance relationship. One of the best things that happened to me, even if i couldn't hold you or kiss you or make love to you, you were there to support me when I came out to my family, you were there when I had my massive depressive episodes, you were there even if we fought.

"So, um, Jaren Lucas Smith." Said John, kneeling in front of Jaren. 

Jaren the whole time was teary-eyed feeling emotional by John's speech. But when he realized what John was about to do (which was when he dropped to his knee), he started to full on cry.

John pulled out the grey box and opened it, revealing the grey stainless steel ring with blue gemstones. "Would you make me the happiest idiot in the world and marry me?"

The Canadian stayed silent, still sobbing. John bit his lip, worried he fucked up, until Jaren started to nod his head off and smile like an idiot with tears on his face and snot running down his nose. "Yes!" He sid, hiccuping. "A million times yes!" When John didn't react, Jaren let out a watered chuckle. "John, put the damn ring on my finger you idiot."

John snapped out of his shocked trance and slipped the ringer into Jaren's ring finger. Jaren grinned and pulled John into a kiss.

"I know it's not perfect; I didn't propose on a restaurant or some place romantic," Said John, wiping away the tears on his fiancé's (fiancé's!) face. "Hell, I wanted to ask you tomorrow, but..." John closed his eyes and smiled. "But I wanted us to be alone, and my anxiety didn't let me."

"John," Said the Canadian, grinning. "It was perfect. I love you, my fiancé."

"Love you too, fiancé." Said John, before pulling Jaren into another kiss.

John was overjoyed. 

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