"Look! Look! I found it! Can you believe-Oof!"

I moved from my spot on couch to lean over the back of it. "Stiles! Are you okay?" He hopped back up, his brown hair mushed on one side.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine." He ran around the side of the sofa and plopped next to me, "Just look at this! Look!"

"Okay, okay," I said unfolding his hands, "I'm looking. I'm looking." My small smile from my boyfriend's entrance was wiped off when I finally did look at what he was holding.

"It took me forever, but-Hey. What's wrong? I thought you would happy about this?"

I smiled with teeth, looking back up at him, "Oh! I am. Really, seriously, I really am."

He didn't look convinced and suddenly frowned at the box set in his hands, "Did I get the wrong one? I got the wrong one, didn't I? Ah, I knew it. I could've sworn-"

"Stiles, no. It's not that. I was just waiting until Christmas-"

He pursed his lips. "Christmas! That's it! I should've waited! I was just so excited, Sam, but I-"

"Stiles. Wait. Listen, okay? I-I," I stood up and walked over to the tiny white plastic tree near the window and pulled out a blue and orange wrapped present. "Just-here," I handed it to him.

He glanced at me before unwrapping the present, then sighed. I sadly smiled as he held it up to me, "The entire collection of Star Wars movies," then glanced at the box in my lap, "the same thing I got you."

I nodded.

He put his head in his hands, "Oh, Sam, I had no idea."

"Hey, it's okay," I wrapped my hands around his shoulders. "This just means that we know each other so well…You know, for some couples, this is the opposite of a problem."

He chuckled before resting his head in the palms of his hands. "I was just so sure you were going to love it."

I smiled. "I do. Just," I held up both boxes, "not this much."

As he leaned back, he pulled me on top of him. I rested my head on his chest as he rested his chin on the top of my head, his legs hanging off of the couch, "I didn't keep the gift receipt."

I looked up at him. "I did."

He looked down at me, eyebrows raised. "Really?"

I squirmed in his arms before scooting closer, scrunching up my nose, "You're just so picky."

"But I love Star Wars!"

"You're unpredictable with your pickiness too!"

"I am n-Nevermind. I can go exchange your gift for something else and the Star Wars can be for me." He sat up abruptly before pushing me back down on the sofa. Stiles picked up my set and the wrapping, before grabbing his keys. "Maybe Avatar: The Last Airbender or Battlestar Galactica ooh, Star Trek with William Shatner!"

I pulled the blanket from my torso up to my chin. "You really want to impress me-get Gilmore Girls."

Halfway to the door, he stuck out his tongue in disgust, "Ugh."

"Don't pretend like you don't like it," I said as he came back to kiss me on the cheek.

He ignored my comment as he ran back to the door and left. I was already focused on the television when I heard a muffled yell half a second later, "She should've ended up with Jess!"

I grinned, before popping in Star Wars: Episode 3.