I got bored and well, this is what spawned from my brain. :D hope you enjoy! And yes i am fully aware that it's the END of FEBRUARY. And almost March.

"Greg, open this one next." It was Christmas day, and Greg had slept over Nick's house because it was "too late" for him to go home, and Greg decided to stay in Vegas this year for Christmas, as did Nick. The box started to move, and Greg could hear meowing coming from it.

"Nick...don't tell me you wrapped the cat up again for a christmas present! I told you! Giving me a cat does not consitute as a present! I'm not a cat person!" Greg complained. The last time he saw a cat was when it attempted to suffocate him with its body over his face. When Greg came over to Nick's, Nick had to put the cat in a separate room.

"it's not the cat. Wait. Actually, where is he? Here, G!" the cat came running to Nick, but started to hiss at Greg.

"alright, into your room you go." he turned back around to Greg.

"it's not G. now open the goddamn box thingy!" Nick knew Greg would love the present he got him.

"fine." Greg opened the box to find: another kitty! He jumped outta the box, onto Greg's lap. The kitty looked content sitting there flush with Greg's lap. But Greg was the complete opposite. He couldn't believe that Nick got him a cat. Nick knew nothing of this, because as Greg was opening his present, G proceeded to eat his couch.

"Nick...Nick...NICK!"

"WHAT GREG!"

"THIS DAMN CAT YOU GOT ME! Ow ow ow ow ow ow ow...let go, stupid kitty!" Nick turned around to see the cat attached to Greg's sleeve. Nick pried the cat off Greg's arm, and let him go play with G. Nick sat down next to Greg and started to laugh. Greg looked over at his friend and raised an eyebrow.

"what the hell's so funny?" he asked.

"what the HELL did you do to that cat?" Nick still giggled.

"well, i just...you know, tried to pet it." Greg felt embarrassed. But he started to laugh too. Then they were both on the floor in fits of laughter.

"Greg, only you. Only you." Nick looked over. Next thing he knew, Greg's lips were pressed hard against his.

"shut up. And Merry Christmas, Nicky." and with that, Greg raced into the bed room, with Nick and 2 cats behind him.

A/N- yes I am aware that it's February, and yes I'm aware that this story makes no sense. But i crack up over the fact that i wrote a Christmas fic so close to March. The "kitty present" that Greg mentioned was an actual scene in "National Lampoon's Christmas Vacation". Uhm. I hope you liked it?