I woke up to the feeling of arms wrapped around my waist, and my head nuzzled up to Zach's chest. He was still sleeping, and soft snores were leaving his mouth. I check the time, it was 10:37 a.m, not the usual time we would wake up on Christmas day, but it would have to do.
"Zachy... wake upp..." I whispered in his ear. He stirred slightly but didn't say anything. "C'mon... get up, it's Christmas! We have go make a special breakfast, and open presents, and watch movies, and cuddle, and do a bunch of other Christmassy things!" I exclaimed excitedly, pulling at his arm so that he would get up from the bed. By that time, I was halfway off of the bed, trying to pull him out with me.
"But sleep..." He groaned.
"But food..." I retorted.
"Fine." He looked at me with the face of defeat, and I knew that I won. Zach let go of my hand, letting me fall to the ground with a loud thump.
"Oww..." I propped myself up with my elbow and glared at him. "A little help?" I asked.
"Of course princess." he smiled and picked me up from the floor bridal style.
I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed his nose as he giggled softly. "Thank you babe." We continued down the stairs, Zach kept pretending to drop me on every step, giving me a mini-heart attack each time, which resulted in me pulling closer to him.
When we finally got to the kitchen, he let me down softly and kissed my cheek. As I walked to get the ingredients for our special breakfast (which was just French toast because that's the only breakfast food I knew how to make), Zach turned on some music, thankfully not Christmas music, as he knew that Christmas music was my least favorite type. (yes, I know I'm the worst type of person)
As I started to mix the eggs and turned on the heat, Zach followed me with both his eyes.
"Is there something you wanted?" I raised one eyebrow at him.
"Nope." he continued to look at me with a loving gaze and leaned on the counter.
"Then quit staring." I laughed and pushed his shoulder playfully.
"I'm okay with just staring for now." he stood up and wrapped his arms around my waist. "How are you so amazing?" He sighed wistfully.
"I don't know, it's a gift." I jokingly shrugged and gave him a quick peck on the cheek and continued to cut up the bread in halves and dipped them in the eggs. As I put them in the oil to cook, Zach put his head on my shoulder from behind.
"I lub you soooooo much." he said after a while of silence.
"I love you too baby, now get off of me." I attempted to pry him off again.
"Never." he replied, nuzzling closer into my neck.
~After breakfast~
It was time to open presents, we loved excuses to get each other something as a present, even not on holidays or anniversarys, and we basically spent every minute of every day together so we knew the perfect gifts all the time. it just started with small presents, he got me some necklaces and a few gift cards to makeup stores, because he had no clue what I got at MAC or Sephora, even though he saw me put it on every day.
I got him a few extra t-shirts/sweatshirts I thought would look good on him and a project I saw on pintrest, the deck of cards with the "*insert number of cards in a deck* reasons why I love you" it was cliché, but he loved it regardless.
When it was time to open the big presents, I had to pretend to be surprised at the tickets, but he knew I was faking and had to explain how I found out. But when he opened the concert tickets, I could see his blue eyes get wide with a look of surprise.
"How did you- but I thought- aren't they sold-" he sputtered.
"I got them like 5 months back, good thing I got it right when they started selling, they sold out in like 3 hours." I smiled at him as we sat cross-legged on the carpet.
"Thank you. You're amazing." He smiled in reply and leaned over to hug me.
As he leaned back out, I noticed the mess that we made on the ground with all the wrapping paper and such. "Fuck..." I looked over at him, "This is gonna take forever to clean it all up..."
"It's okay babe, go into the bedroom and start the movies and stuff, I'll clean it up and get the snacks." He kissed me on the forehead and patted my back to tell me that I could get up.
"Thanks Zachy," I stood up and grabbed his hands so that he could stand up too. I kissed his cheek and felt him staring at me again as I trotted up the stairs to start "Santa Clause 3".
When I finally got up to the TV room, which was next door to the bedroom, I got a phone call from... my best friend from high school? Why would he be calling? We haven't talked in a few months, which is actually surprising that we kept in touch for this long, considering that I graduated so long ago. "Hello? Brandon?"
I heard a sniffle on the other line. "S-Sage?"
A wave of concern crossed. "Oh my God? Are you okay? Do you need help? What's going on?"
"I-I broke up w-with Dan." He stifled a sob. "W-well actually, he b-broke up with me... A-and left me for some guy named Phil."
"What? That asshole! Are you okay?" I asked.
"N-not really..." he replied with a hint of sadness in his voice. "I was gonna ask- nevermind. I-it's too much to ask from you." he sighed once again.
"What? Ask if what? Come on, we've been best friends since grade 3, you can ask me anything." I said, curious of what he would say.
"If I... if I could stay with you for a while...? We moved in together like 3 months ago but he's kicked me out... It happened a few hours ago... and I'm at a hotel right now." he replied shakily.
I bit my lip. "I have no problem with that... I would just have to ask Zach, but I'm sure he won't mind." In my mind I was thinking of if he did end up staying with us, he would probably think that we were crazy people... but he's my best friend, I can't just abandon him. "I'll book you a plane ticket to Ottawa for tomorrow or the next day, just get your things ready whenever I email you the tickets so that you can print them out and leave right then."
"I don't even know how I could repay you for this... I love you, thank you." he said, still sniffling.
"It's no problem, I'll see you soon, I love you too Brandon." I smiled, even though he couldn't see it.
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