AN: This was meant to go up yesterday but there was an unfortunate set back. For those of you that celebrate Easter or celebrated, this is a little something. Hope y'all had an amazing day!

UPDATE: FIXED TYPO.

"Sel, wake up!"

Who the hell is waking me up at this ungodly hour?

"Go away!" I groan, not wanting to leave the warmth of my bed.

I feel warm arms wrap around my waist and soft lips upon my own.

Damn, he's too good at this.

After that-amazing-kiss in the training room, John had asked nd to be his girlfriend. I still remember how shy and cute he looked.

"Hey, Sel. Can I...uhh...talk to you?"

"What's up?"

"Well, It's just that...I...ummm...wow, I'm not good at this." he takes a deep breath and continues. "I wanted to know if you would...umm..."

"John, you can ask me anything. You don't have to shy away." I told him, reassuring him.

"Its just...Sigh. Okay I'm gonna say this extremely quick so I won't stutter. Do you want to be my girlfriend?"

It was so...awkward. The way he asked. So quickly did he spoke that I barely caught on to what he said. I was grounded to the floor. Eternity passed and then some, until he began fidgeting with his hands.

A large knot formed in my throat so speaking wasn't an option. Closing the distance between us, I took his face in my hands and kissed him deeply, my way of accepting. He began to kiss me back, putting his hands behind my neck, drawing me closer to him. When our lips parted, he gave me that look that made me feel he could read my thoughts and memories through my eyes, so deep and loving.

"Alright, alright. I'm up. After that, how can I refuse?"

"I thought you wouldn't be able to. I want you to help me with something."

"That depends on what you need help with." I said, my voice slightly huskier than usual. Our bodies were extremely close, me wearing only a tank top and him shirtless. He noticeably blushed and continued.

"It's not...that. I already told you I want it to be special." Yes, his romantic side. Who knew? "I wanted to do something for the others." he said. "You know what day it is, right?"

"Sunday. What's so special about- oh! Its Easter!" I had totally forgotten. "What did you have in mind?"

"The fuck is this?!"

"I told you she'd react that way."

"Why is everything pink? And yellow? Colorful..."

"Its Easter, Jack."

"So? Listen, Lovebirds, I don't do holidays. Too much cuddling and-"

"There'll be drinks. Lotsa of 'em." I interrupt. Jack's expression quickly changed.

"Well...in that case, maybe I'll stay. Where are the others?" Jack asked, looking around the Easter-decorated room. The room-my bedroom- had been rearranged, adding a poker table and a pool table we found at a store for a fair bargain. The walls had colored banners with bunnies and eggs. From the ceiling hanged a few decorations. On the table were two boxes filled with drinks. Vodka, tequila, beer. I never drank, but I guess there's a first time for everything.

"Someone call?" Nate asked as he entered. "Don't start the party without the guest of honor. That's rude."

"Well, he hasn't arrived so I'm guessing we're going to start without him." I joked, rewarded with a pout from Nate and laughter from the others.

"I'm here for poker and drinks, so lets start." Zeke said enthusiastically.

Jack cracked open a beer, Nate got tequila with Zeke, John got vodka and offered me some which I reluctantly accepted. After some poker rounds, chats, and drinks...

"Don't tell me this is your first drink, Cupcake? No... Figures."

"I happen to have spent three years trapped and the others with my parents, you know. Drinking was never on the agenda." I retorted Jack's comment.

"How did you guys even get this? You're barely teenagers." Zeke asked.

"Being a Templar has its perks." John replied.

" Listen, kid, I'll make you a deal. You drink more than me, and I'll stop calling you Cupcake."

Very tempting...

"Jack. Don't. Sel isn't going to get drunk because of you." John intervened.

"C'mon, Little J! I'm actually doing you a favor. If she's drunk and you're drunk, you two will finally fu-"

"Jack!" I interrupted. "Fine. I accept your challenge."

"What? Why?" John asked incredulously.

"You have a nice nickname. 'Cupcake' is the worst thing you could name me. I hate sweet things. Cupcakes are among them."

One drink. God this thing is strong! Two drinks. Three drinks. Four drinks. Five drinks. Why is the room fuzzy? Six drinks. My hands look...weird... Seven drinks.

"Damn, Cupcake! Didn't think you could take two drinks, let alone seven." Jack commented.

"The room's fuzzy. Why is it soooo fuuuzzzzyyyyy?" I slurred.

"I think that's enough, Sel." John said, reaching out for the glass in my hand. Pulling back, I respond to him.

"But I haven't-hic- beat Jack-hic- yet. C'mooooonnnn. One more drink." I fill the glass and swallow it all down. "Jack. It isshint fair. You're a-hic-biotic. Biotics don't-hic- get drunk eashily."

"How'd you know that?"

"Cuz you-hic- told John after the party on-hic- the Citadel, remember? Hic. Oh, shit, wait. Never mind. That wasn't you. That was the other-hic- you."

"Okay, I think we've all had enough drinks. Party's over. Sel, you need to rest." John ordered. I heard Jack complain but I couldn't make out what she had said. A minute later, the room was empty, save for John and my drunken self. John carried me to my bed and pulled the sheets over me.

"Won't you stay?"

"I think it's best if you rest. You're going to have a terrible hangover tomorrow." he pecks my lips lightly. "Good night, Sel."

"Mmm... You know... This was my-hic- best Easter ever."

"I'm glad you enjoyed it. Sweet dreams, love."

Sleep consumed me, thinking of John's last uttered word. Love.