"Wake up, sleepyhead." John slowly and gently opened his sea blue eyes, to see Dave sitting in a corner. "Dave!? What the hell are you doing in my room! What are you doing here?" Dave got up and walked over to the side of John's bed, then jumped on and laid down, facing him. "Through the window." John looked over at the window and remembered he had left it open after accidently dropping his smoke pellets. It made such a mess he opened the window to let the air out. "I'll leave myself a reminder to lock the window next time before I fall asleep. So, could you tell me what are you doing here this early?" Dave's expression told John he had made a mistake at asking so. "It had been a year since they started dating, remember? I… I came to give you your present." "OMGF I knew that. I was just playing with you." John didn't want his boyfriend to know he had forgotten their anniversary, a year after they both fell in love and discovered their homkoness. He had so many things to do the night before: his biggest concern was when his Daddy told him he was going to a shaving cream convention. He said he would be back the next day around 6 P.M. but had to leave that night to get a good spot. "I got you a present too, babe. I hope you like it." John jumped off the bed on his pajamas and strode over to his closet, which had been turned into a mess after trying to find his Nicolas Cage poster his Daddy had given him a few days behind. He got on his knees and started to rumble through his mess. He knew he had a Bad-Ass Samurai Sword somewhere in there he had gotten for Dave in case something like this happened. Where the fuck is that shit when I need it the most? He searched a little deeper, and finally, he found it. There it was. The Limited Edition Bad-Ass Samurai Sword signed by one of the samurai masters in a convention. "Here, babe. I got you this. I hope you like it."