A/N: Merry Christmas (happy holidays) to everyone :) I probably won't update this for a few days now until the holiday is over. Anyway enjoy and review. My birthday is tmw... Reviews are great gifts! :) Enjoy!

"I still can't believe hat Jon agreed o go home to South Dakota with you!" Kelly shouts from her side of the house.

"He seemed willing enough." I tell her, "I really didn't have to do much convincing."

"Seems you don' really have to convince him on anything much anymore, he's pretty willing to do anything you ask." She shrugs from the doorway. "Maybe he's ready for a real commitment." She teases me, putting her hand over her mouth to mock a shocked expression.

"What do you call the last year we've been dating?" I challenge her.

"Yeah I know, he just isn't the type to stick around." She shrugs, "And don't get mad at me for saying it, you know his history before you." She adds, seeing the flames shoot up in my eyes. "When are you leaving?" She asks curiously.

"In less than a week. I've got the tickets booked." I tell her, "It'll do him good to spend Christmas in a family environment."

"Or it'll end bad."

"Way to kill my positive attitude Kel." I mutter. "I just hope everything isn't too soon for him. I mean, 'I love you' and coming home for Christmas all in the same month is a lot to take in."

"He'll be fine." She smiles, "That man, he isn't going anywhere." She says. I grab my phone that's vibrating on the table and read the text.

"Guess who's in town?" Text from Nate.

Nate was one of my besties. I'd grown up with him in South Dakota and he lived in Florida with me for a while. He was so gay that it was off the radar, but I loved him to death.

"I hope everyone is decent!" Colby calls from the front door, "Jon's here too!" He adds.

"We're upstairs." Kelly calls back.

"No way, where are you?" Text to Nate.

"Hey sweet pea." Jon murmurs, kissing my cheek and falling onto my bed. "You're packing already?" He questions, glancing at the suitcase that I'd pulled out of the closet.

"Yeah, we leave in like 4 days." I tell him, "You haven't started packing?" I ask him. "I ain't doin' it for you." I say, narrowing my eyes

"What good are you then?" He scoffs, rolling his eyes.

"Douche bag." I mutter, throwing the sweatshirt that was in my hands at his head. He grins and wags his eyebrows at me, before glancing down at my phone. "Who the fuck is Nate?" He asks.

"The other guy I'm seeing." I say casually, picking it up.

"My mom and I are at Zings, but I'm thinkin' we need to go out tmw night." Text from Nate.

"Nate is my gay best friend." I mumble, typing in my reply. "And we're going out tomorrow, you guys want to come too?" I ask Kelly and Colby.

"Don't invite me or anything." Jon growls. I narrow my eyes at him and purse my lips, becoming annoyed with his attitude.

"I kinda just assumed you were coming." I tell him through gritted teeth. "Since we're usually attached anyway."

"Sounds good, we'll get shit faced hammered." Text to Nate.

"Yeah, like I'd miss seeing Nate." Kelly laughs, "He's so much fun." She adds.

"That's what I'm counting on!" Text from Nate.

"How come I haven't heard about this guy before?" Jon mutters, stretching his arms and putting them behind his head. Jon had a huge problem with new men entering my life.

"Because you haven't come to South Dakota with me to visit family yet and because he's never made it out here." I say, "Not that I owe you an explanation about my friends that I had before I fuckin' met you." I add, narrowing my eyes at him and daring him to challenge me.

"Nate's freaking hilarious." Colby tells him with a wide grin. "You put both of them together and we're guaranteed a show that lasts all night long." He chuckles. Jon looks at me and raises his eyebrows questionably.

"We get crazy when we're drunk." I shrug.

"Crazy like we get crazy?" He asks. I sit and look at him hard for a moment, not sure how to answer that. How do I tell my boyfriend that he hasn't even seen me crazy till he's seen me drink with Nate? Hmmmm... I don't.

"Yeah, kinda." I answer. Kelly gives me a look before dragging Colby out of the room and shutting the door. "So seriously... It's going to be cold, you need to pack warm stuff." I say to him.

"You're really not going to pack for me?" He groans.

"No I'm not fucking packing for you." I mutter, unimpressed. "What do I look like, your little woman slave or something?"

"Nah, if you were my little woman slave you'd be on this bed suckin' my dick." He smirks, raising his eyebrows up and down. He was pretty amused with himself right now. Asshole.

"I'm going to geld you if you don't watch your mouth." I state, pulling another long sleeved shirt out from my dresser drawer.

"Pack the zebra pattern shirt... It's sexy." He grins.

"It's already in my bag." I murmur, digging for anything else long sleeved I may have. "Though I should take it out, you're not being very nice to me this morning." I add. I hear him get up from the bed and he walks up behind me, slipping his arms around my waist and resting his chin on my shoulder.

"I love you." He says in a sing song kind of tone. "I'm just teasing you." He adds, biting down on one of my ear lobes almost making my knees buckle under me.

"Are you coming to the bar tonight?" I ask him. I had to work at Johnny's tonight until close, originally Boomer was going to work this shift and I'd open for him but something came up on his end with family and junk.

"What else am I going to do?" He questions. "This Nate guy, is he really gay?"

Jon was extremely homophobic. I found it incredibly annoying. Like, seriously, I couldn't handle it.

"Yes, he's really gay." I glower at him, "And you'll be fucking nice to him Jon or I swear to fuckin' god I'll leave your ass high and dry. Nate is my best friend, I've known him longer than I've known Kelly. You're not allowed to use to the term 'faggot' tomorrow, or tonight if he ends up at the bar."

"He's coming tonight?" He groans, spinning me around to face him and pushing me up against my dresser. "You didn't say anything about tonight earlier."

"I'm going to text him and tell him I'm working at Johnny's tonight, he might come he might not." I shrug. "Just promise me you'll be nice, it's important to me."

"I promise..." He murmurs, clearly unimpressed.

"I don't understand why you're so homophobe." I state, running my fingers up under his shirt and over hips. He doesn't respond, but dips down to eye level with me and presses his lips against my own. It never failed, and it never got old. There was always a spark between Jon and I. Honestly I only had to look at him and I'd be smiling like an idiot, effortlessly. "Will you go downstairs and get me a soda?" I ask him when we break apart.

"Yeah." He nods, disappearing out the door. A few minutes later he's back and sets a can of Pepsi on the nightstand before flopping himself down on the bed once more. "You could take a break from packing, and come take a nap with me." He suggests, looking as if it's the best idea he's ever had. I sigh, not really wanting to pack anymore and walk over to the bed laying down beside him. "That's better." He says in a soft tone, wrapping his arms around me.

***Later at Johnnys Pub***

"Hey Joe," I smile widely at the big man as he hoisted himself up onto a stool in front of me. "I feel like I haven't seen you in ages." I tell him, taking the top off a beer and setting it in front of him.

"Yeah..." He starts, shifting uncomfortably. "I was seeing this girl, turns out she was whore and a thief." He shrugs, "Who knew?"

"That's no good, maybe you want a shot too?" I say to him.

"Nah, I'll just nurse my beer and heal my wounds slowly." He chuckles. "Colby said he was going to be here?"

"He and Kelly are coming out shortly." I answer, taking a pull off my own beer. It was still early, only about 8:30 so there were a few regulars sitting around.

"How are you and Jon?" He asks.

"We're good." I smile. "He's coming home with me for Christmas in a few days." I add.

"I'm glad he found you." He tells me very sincerely. I don't respond, only smile at him and continue to wash up some of the dishes behind the bar. "You're Jon's unicorn."

"What's a unicorn?" I ask, tilting my head at him.

"Mystical creature? Fairy tail animal." He grins.

"No shit." I say, making Joe laugh loudly.

"It means that he's found a girl he never thought would exist in his world. His unicorn." He states, finishing off his beer. "How about another?" He asks, glancing back when Colby and Kelly come walking in through the front doors, Jon isn't far behind them and takes a seat close to Joe.

"Guess what?" Jon asks, looking rather impressed with himself. I just stare at him, trying not to smirk. "I started packing." He states.

"God you're turning into such a responsible, mature adult... I don't know what I'm going to do with you." I tease him.

"I know right!" He exclaims.

"You're ridiculous man." Colby laughs, shaking his head.

"Turn this up girl, this is our jam!" Kelly exclaims as "Mamas Broken Heart" by Miranda Lambert started playing over the juke box.

"Go and fix your make up girl it's just a break up, run and hide your crazy and start acting like a lady cause I raised ya better, gotta keep it together!" We both start singing in unison. "This ain't my momma's broken heart."

"Aw you bitches started without me!" I hear Nate shout front door.

"Nate!" I exclaim excited, jumping over the bar and right into his arms. "Jesus Allah I feel like I haven't seen you in years!" I add wrapping my legs around his waist. He lets out one of his signature high pitched laughs before setting me down and scanning the bar.

"Mmmmm... Some hotties in here." He tells me.

"Unfortunately all the guys in this bar, are straight as poles honey." I laugh, getting back behind the bar again. "What you want to drink me amour (my love)?" I ask him.

"Surprise me." He shrugs, walking up and giving Kelly a hug and greeting Colby and Joe. "This must be that boyfriend you don't shut up about." He says, giving Jon the once over. "He's a hottie."

"Careful Nate, he's scared of gay people." I warn him, "And yes, this is Jon. Jon, Nate."

"Scared of gay people?!" Nate exclaims, "What's your malfunction? We are freakin' awesome!"

"I ain't scared." Jon mumbles.

"He just hasn't met you yet." I wink at Nate, putting down a mixed drink in front of him. Jon doesn't look amused. In fact, he looks miserable.

"I ain't scared, I just don't fuckin' like them." He snarls, taking a long pull off his beer.

"Alright, you can go." I tell Jon, putting a hand on my hip and narrowing my eyes at him. I wasn't the only one either, Nate was giving him a glare and the other three didn't look very impressed themselves.

"What?" He asks, furrowing his brows at me in confusion.

"If you're going to be a rude dick than you can get the fuck out of my bar." I snap at him, "I don't need you being disrespectful to my costumers let alone my fucking friends." I add. He has a look as if I'd just slapped him before anger sets in.

"You're a real fucking bitch, you know that?" He asks me.

"Hey!" Joe snaps at him, pushing his stool back and standing up facing Jon who was less than intimidated by the big Samoan.

"I'm only a bitch when you make me that way." I reply casually. "So either sit the fuck down, apologize and be nice or get the hell out of my bar." I was trying to keep my voice in check and not draw attention to us but I could see Jon was about to blow a gasket. His face was a deep shade of red and he was shaking, you'd never notice the shaking if you weren't standing right next to him.

"You're kicking me out?!" He shouts, slamming his hands on the counter and knocking the stool over behind him. Seriously? Does me wanting my boyfriend to be nice to my friend who I barely see really trigger this kind of reaction?

"Yes." I tell him, maintaining my calm tone of voice even though I was about on the edge of losing it myself. By this time both Joe and Colby are on their feet. Jon back hands the half empty beer bottle and it flys behind the bar before spinning wildly on the floor. "I'm sorry Nate, I don't know what the hell his problem is." I say with a shake of my head.

"He was fine this morning..." Colby shrugs and Kelly nods her agreement.

"It's not anything I'm not used to." Nate shrugs.

"Still, you shouldn't have to put up with it here." I say to him, "Ain't no one else in this bar that gives a flying fuck." I mutter, walking to the other side of the bar to help out a few of the other customers.

"Do you think you guys are ok?" Kelly murmurs when I'm back over by them.

"I don't know Kel, and part of me wants to not care right now." I shrug, "Like what the fuck? Why would you be that rude to your girlfriend's best friend? I've never been nasty to anyone that he's ever introduced me too, even if they were an old fuck or something." I state, grabbing my phone and seeing if he'd texted me at all.

Nothing.

"Don't you dare..." She tells me, snatching my phone from my hand and shoving it in her purse. "You're not going to text him and ask 'what the fuck?'. I know you and you'll just let him off the hook." She says. "You're going to let him stew and think about how much of a fucking douche bag he was tonight, and so help me god if I have to keep this phone all night I will." She assures me.

"Love you." I grin at her.

**Back at home**

"Can I have my phone back?" I ask Kelly who gives me a skeptical look, "Please." I whine. She rolls her eyes at me but hands it over and I hit the power button to turn it back on. In a few seconds a voice mail pops up and I hit the call button, putting it on speaker so Kelly and Colby can hear it too. My luck it'll be my mom, or doctor with something embarrassing to say.

"One new voice message, first unheard message." The phone states. "Hey Banana this is Officer Brennan calling. Uh, I'm about to take your boyfriend in for public intoxication and DUI. He doesn't have a phone on him so I figured I'd give you a buzz so you knew and weren't freaking out or anything. Anyway he doesn't look so hot and he threw up in the back of my cruiser. They'll hold him for the night but you can pick him up tomorrow, he needs someone to sign him out or he'll sit until his court date for the DUI. Hey... Call me later, my momma is wonderin' about that chicken recipe she loves of your so much."

"Fucking kidding me." Colby mutter, running his fingers through his hair.

"What an idiot." I add.

"I can't believe you know a cop." Colby chuckles.

"Billy Brennan is always on duty when I call to get the idiots out of the bar." I shrug. "So should I just go pick him up tomorrow morning or do I wait and see if he calls?"

"He doesn't have anyone else to call." Colby states. "The people in this room, are his only friends, well, with the exception of Joe but he ain't going to call Joe." He adds.

"We'll see how I feel about him tomorrow." I shrug, "Might still be mad." I add.