On the first day of Christmas my True Love gave to me…
…A partridge in a pear tree.
"Adrian! AdrianAdrianAdrianAdrian!"
Rolling over, Adrian grabbed one of the PokéCenter's custom made, super-comfy pillows and shoved it over his head in an attempt to block out the horrendous noise coming from his travelling companion's mouth.
Marcus, however, was undeterred and instead took this as permission to hurl himself on top of his friend.
Marcus who was muscular where Adrian was not.
"JESHUSH!" Was thankfully muffled by the pillow with was soon used to sock Marcus on the head. "Godamnit Mark! What are you? Ten?"
"Buththerzapigy!"
Adrian, who was still mostly asleep, as testament to his bed head of blond hay-stack, did not understand this at all. "What?"
Marcus, eyes taking that sparkle that made them look like some clichéd stone like garnet or ruby or something, immediately opened his mouth.
"NO." And was promptly shot down and glared at. "If you had to wake me up by jumping on me you can go get me coffee and then explain to me, using real words in an actual sentence, why the hell you woke me. Go." And when Marcus lingered: "Now!"
Five minutes later found the tall, immaculate form of the blond being dragged outside by his shorter shiny eyed friend. Not even caring to dislodge the crystal blue daggers being driven into his back, Marcus slowly moved them around to one side of the building, avoiding the light patches of snow that were normal for this area of Kanto in December.
Gesturing for silence he edged his friend through a copse of trees. Confused, Adrian just followed along behind his black-haired friend. In a few paces they stopped and Adrian was more confused than ever.
Marcus grinned and pointed up.
Suspicious, Adrian raised an eyebrow and slowly craned his neck up, wary of any Christmas pranks.
There, only six feet above them, was a sleeping Pidgey, resting in the bow of what was unmistakably a pear tree. Adrian could only tell the type of tree because there was an old pear from fall still caught in the branches.
Looking back at Marcus he saw him bouncing and grinning, mouthing 'a Pidgey in a pear tree,' with a near absurd amount of cheer.
Not wanting to wake the Pidgey, he quietly sighed and took out the camera he kept on himself at all times, snapped a quick picture, and softly herded his companion back inside.
"Mom's not gonna believe this!" Marcus said once they were at a table.
"You know," Adrian started cautiously, "Technically, by getting me up and showing me that you 'gave' it to me." Raising both eyebrows and leaning back he couldn't resist a jab at his friend as retribution for being woken up so early, an on Christmas day no less. "Does that make you my True Love?"
To his surprise, Marcus leaned forward, resting his elbow on the table and supporting his head with his arm. "I don't know. Am I?"
Flushing deep red Adrian scowled back at the man across from him who had the audacity to start chucking. "Not if you keep waking me up early."
Two hours, a couple gifts, and 3 cups of festive drink (apple cider, eggnog, and hot coco) later found Adrian and Marcus on the road.
"Hey Adrian?"
Adrian grunted in reply.
"Would it really be that bad if I was your True Love ?"
Adrian stopped, sighed, and turned to the man who had been travelling with him for years.
"Mark, if you were my true love you'd have the balls to man up already and kiss me."
He turned his back to a blinking Marcus and was about to continue on when he was wrenched back, spun around and kissed breathless.
"That good enough for you?" Marcus said as they parted. Adrian uncrossed his eyes and kicked Marcus in the shin.
"No, you have three years to make up for."