Poltergeist Girl: Part two of Vyvyan's birthday surprise. Boys still belong to the BBC.

The punk was caught off guard with those words. No one had even known when his birthday was, nor had he ever had a party or presents. It was just the way things were, and it never used to bother him one bit. But Rick was really trying to make an effort, it seemed. Vyvyan was still puzzled by the dress though.

The sociology student was already a step ahead. He smoothed out the fabric he once was playing with, still sheepish and shy in his actions. "I.. thought you might like some acknowledgement this year, after what I heard the other day..."

This caught Vyvyan by surprise, because he couldn't recall having said anything. "Heard what?"

Rick didn't hesitate with his answer. "I heard you and Michael talking, and you mentioned that as far as you could remember, today is your birthday. And even if you're wrong, I'm saying that today is the day."

Vyvyan couldn't help but smile before posing the next question on his mind. "Why the dress, puff?"

The answer to that was simple. Mustering the courage to press his lips to the other student's cheek, Rick half-whispered, "It's your present. I'm wearing it for you." He broke away and hooked an arm with one of Vyv's, entwining his fingers with the punk's. His eyes were then raised to meet his fellow student's, and the rose colour crept back onto the fair skin of his face.

Tension at this point needed to be broken, and that task was tackled by the medical student again nudging his Rick. "Oi, stop acting so girly, you girl."

Of course, no hurt was intended with those words, and that's how Rick decided to take it. He smiled, nudging back. "I'm not being girly, fascist."

"Yeah, you are."

"No, I'm not."

"Puff."

"Bastard."

Vyvyan's arms moved to wrap around the other student, drawing him near. "Whatever.." He muttered against the side of Rick's head, before a much quieter utterance of thanks was given. It wasn't picked up by the sociology student, but somehow it was implied or just knew, because he leaned against the punk and smiled. He'd actually done something right that got him an extrememly positive reaction, even if that reaction wasn't voiced.

Rick then admitted something without a single ounce of nervousness. "..There's... another part to the present.." He paused for a second until he was sure he'd gained Vyvyan's attention. "It's.. what's in the dress... I'm giving you myself."

The sincerity almost scared the punk. Rick wasn't known to be that open, or even that willing. Even after some time, Rick was still the one who'd rather sit like they were sitting now, cuddling and being all soppy. 90 of the time Vyvyan couldn't stand it, but the other 10 allowed him to for reasons he didn't even want to comprehend.

"You sure?" He had to confirm it before doing anything, just in case the situation flipped on some radical, leaving him in a foul mood on two levels. He eyed the other student, trying to decipher what the coming answer would be.

A simple nod was given in return. Rick had made up his mind the moment he'd overheard the conversation between Vyvyan and Mike. This is what he wanted to do for his boyfriend, and what he hoped would mean as much to the punk as it did to him.