New Year's Eve

Robert and Clark managed to get drunk right before new years happened, and before it hit 12:00, they both passed out. January 1st, 2020, was supposed to be their anniversary. They've been married since 2018, and yet they still somehow missed this wonderful opportunity. 

Clark was the first to wake up. He was laying on top of Robert, who was lying on his stomach. They both were on the floor in front of the tv.

"Robbie..." Clark muttered. He didn't hear him. "Rob... Robbie!" Clark smacked his head gently, and Robert let out an unpleasant groan. "Robert! What... What time is it?" Robert let out another unpleasant groan. This time, Clark sat up, now sitting on Roberts back. He wiped his eye boogers out of his eyes and looked down upon his sleeping husband. "Robbie..." He muttered. Clark then looked at the TV, which was on and very bright. He shut his eyes a little and then stood up, trying to make out what the tv said.

"HAPPY NEW YEAR, 2020", it said in big, bold, letters. Clark realized that they both missed The new years, so he kneeled down and violently shook Robert. "Robert, get up!" Robert finally opened his eyes, but could only respond with groans. Clark flipped him over and began gently smacking his face. "Robbie, c'mon." With his eyes barely open, he sat up very quickly. He felt a little dizzy after that. "Clark?" He could barely say. "What-" He coughed and spoke louder. "What time is it?" Clark helped him stand up. "It's noon, we missed new years." Robert was surprised to hear this, and his eyes widened. He then proceeded to rub them awake. "Oh, shit. Happy Anniversary, babe." Clark smiled, he looked sleepy. "Happy Anniversary, Robbie." "It's sad that we missed the countdown, though." "Heh, well, it is our own fault. We can't really drink like that anymore." Clark kissed Roberts's cheek and headed towards the kitchen. "I'm getting some water. Want anything?" Robert also headed into the kitchen and sat by the table. "Maybe a grilled cheese." "Grilled cheese?" Clark sighed. "Alright, in a minute. I've gotta clear my head. You want water, too?" "Maybe... No, yeah, I could use some." Clark got him his water and sat right next to him. "You feeling okay?" Clark asked. "You look really ill." Robert appreciates the concern. "Yeah, I'm fine. I'm just really tired. But I want to eat before I go to bed, y'know what I mean?" Robert took a big gulp of the ice water. It was very refreshing, he could tell that his own throat was hot. Maybe he was ill. "You want to split it halfsies, then? I'm a little hungry, too." "I don't mind." While Clark drank his water, Robert had an idea. Robert got up and went to the wooden cabinet not far from the table, and retrieved two wine glasses from it. "Give me your cup," he demanded. Clark gave him his cup of water and Robert proceeded to pour said water into one of the wine glasses, and he did the same for his own. "We need to make a toast! That's why I got these." Clark sat up. "That's a great idea! I'd like to make the grilled cheese first, though." Robert agreed and waited.

The grilled cheese is done. Piping hot, melty, and perfectly toasted. This was literally the perfect grilled cheese sandwich. Well, at least to Robert, anyway. Clark took out a knife and cut it in half, yelping and waving his left hand because the grilled cheese was definitely piping hot. He wished he hadn't had held part the sandwich, cause now his hand's throbbing. "You okay?" Asked Robert, worried. "Y-yes! Yes, I'm fine. I think I turned the stove up too high, though." Robert understood. He couldn't wait to eat this grilled cheese, it looked better than anything else in the world. Appearance-wise, he'd even agree that the sandwich is more handsome than his own husband, but does he love it just as much, or even more? The thought left Robert's head as Clark placed the small plates of half-cut grilled cheese on the table. The cut was pretty uneven, so Robert actually ended up getting the bigger half. "Put the wine glass against your hand," Robert said. "Oh, good thinking." Clark did exactly that and even shrieked a little because the water's really cold. At least his hand stopped throbbing. "We should talk before the toast," Clark suggested. "It'd give the cheese some time to cool down." "When'd Sammy go to bed?" Robert asked a question to keep things moving. "What? Sammy went to his friend's house. Didn't he?" "Oh, that's right." Robert took a sip of water. His head was already clearing up a bit. He didn't know about Clark, though. He seemed more tired than usual. "I hope he had a good New Years Eve. He told me there was a party with lots of cake." Robert's stomach grumbled. "Man, I want some cake now." "Well, too bad. We have grilled cheese." It should be cooled enough by now. There wasn't any steam coming out of it like before. "I think we should do the toast now." "Yes! Let's." They both stood up, Clark slouched and Robert put his hand on his hip, he had a triumphant pose. Robert stuck the drink out towards Clark's direction, and Clark did the same, the glasses clinking. "Here here!" Robert said sort of loudly. "Roger." Clark took a sip. "Ladies and gentlemen," he started out. "Unfortunately, we missed the countdown for New Years, but fret not, that's not the most important thing." Clark was confused as to why he's giving the toast talking to an audience that wasn't there, but he went with it anyway. "The most important thing is that me and Clark were alive for a whole ass year, A WHOLE ASS YEAR, everybody!" Clark chuckled a bit and took another sip. "Uh," Robert burped. "S'cuse me, uh, I don't know. I'm tired. Goodbye, everybody!" Robert took a huge gulp of his water and then a big bite of his sandwich. Robert then looked at Clark, who has already sat down. He seated, mesmerized. The taste of this sandwich combined with looking at the love of his life was an experience that only he could ever have, and it was amazing. Amazing? No, not the right word. Well, whatever the right word to describe it, it didn't matter. He was just simply having a good time. "Robert? Hello, Earth to Robbie." Clark waved a hand in front of his face. Apparently Clark was talking. "Yoohoo..." He was still waving his hand in front of his face. Robert snapped out of it. "I'm sorrey, whrat?" He was talking with this mouth full. "I said, how's the sandwich taste? I'm afraid it'd be burnt, so I'm asking." Robert swallowed the cheese. "No, no! God no, Clark..." He slapped his hand on the table. "God! Clark, no, it's- it's not burnt at all, it's fucking perfect." Clark was flattered and smiled. He liked being complimented on his cooking since he was usually terrible at it. "Oh, well thank you! Maybe this is the year where I'm not such a bad cook." Robert couldn't stop looking at Clark's eyes. He couldn't get the taste out of his head, and he can't believe that the love of his life made a sandwich that was so perfect, especially for him. "Robbie?" But did he love the sandwich more than he loves his husband? Probably not, but the answer was still unknown. "Robert!" Robert snapped out of it. "You need to go to bed. I can tell you're about to fall asleep, dork." Clark picked up the leftovers and wrapped them up in tin foil, and put them in the fridge. He then proceeded to wash the dishes. "I'll be up in a minute, I have to do some chores." It took Robert a minute to process all this, then he walked up to Clark. "Good night kiss?" Clark looked at him and set the plate back into the sink. "Sure!" He quickly kissed him on the lips and went back to washing the dishes. His lips were dry, but it was still a good kiss, nonetheless. "Night, love you." Robert headed upstairs. "Love you too, Sweet dreams." Clark responded back to him.

Robert took his clothes off and hopped into bed. It was cold, but he liked it that way. Immediately, he fell asleep.