Author's note; I'm pretty sure it's the law to write at least one christmas one-shot.
They sit bundled up in their covers, representing a winter burrito. It's chilly outside yet they are presumably unaware - the larger latter of their lives has admittedly been inside. The heating has not been touched; it's an awful lot of effort to get up and switch it on. So both boys curl up tighter in an array of blankets, the main heat source from their beloved laptops. Oh, it would be such a shame if the harsh winter winds shut the power off-
A modern day disaster, no electricity. No laptops, no light. No laptops, no kettle. No laptops, no TV. No laptops. When the click of the electricity shutting down alerts them both of the incoming disaster, their eyes flick up and meet each other simultaneously. Panic stricken, desperation. No more heat source. They can feel the cold almost straight away as if it must be the placebo effect. The cold makes you aware. And both boys are aware that their laptops are dead to the world.
"My editing. My editing." The first to speak is the tall brunette boy and he appears almost 'ironically' to have some kind of breakdown.
"I can feel the withdrawal symptoms." The second man speaks, also tall and with black hair, his eyes shining bright in the dark.
They shiver, mirroring each other almost. Then the boy with the bright eyes and black hair springs up out of his covers, dragging them to the settee parallel, and onto the other boy. He quickly dives under the layers and resurfaces to the other boys appeals of distaste.
"May I remind you of no homo Howell?" The black haired boy rolls his eyes, tired of the on-going façade. Instead of agreeing he just budges up closer, dragging the covers over them both. The brown haired boy sighs but lets out no other protest. He smiles slightly, quite happy at the closeness. It's nice to have a friend that you love so much that you're comfortable doing these things with. It's nice to have a friend.
The coldness seeps in, intensifying throughout the evening. The boys are almost in despair without the internet and truly having no access to YouTube and the likes is exhausting. As the cold entwines its way through the flat and makes itself prominent to the boys, the lights across the street flash on. Christmas scenes featuring Santy Claus and his big round belly startle the night. Yet it doesn't occur to the boys that perhaps the internet or the heating are available as the houses across have access to electricity. The only thing the boys are aware of are one another as they curl up as one large burrito and sleep throughout the cold Christmas night.
P.s I hope you enjoyed! Plus Santy Claus is a total Tim Burton reference^.^ Merry Christmas you crazy shippers xD With love, -NeonLuna