"I can't believe you dragged me into this." Specs complained to Dutchy as they walked through the mall.
"Oh, come on, Specs, it'll be fun. Just think of how much good we'll be doing!" Dutchy exclaimed, grabbing Specs' hand. "Ohh! Look at that!" He continued, pointing to a giant dancing Christmas tree in the window of a nearby Toys R Us. He pulled Specs over, babbling about how great it would look in the front hall of an orphanage.
"Dutchy, you're insane. If we got that for the kids, we'd still be paying for it next Christmas."
"But it's perfect! Just think! You get up on Christmas Day, expecting to get no presents, and there you see a huge mound of toys under a dancing tree!"
"That would be scary, not entertaining. Why don't we just get some Barbies and G.I. Joes and get out of here so we can still be on time to meet with the guys?" Specs suggested, looking to Dutchy for his input. What he got was a look of horror so deep that he thought for a moment that a threeheaded dinosaur was behind him.
"Do you realize what you just said? You never, ever just get 'some G.I. Joes and Barbies! That's so thoughtless! You should think of the kids you're getting the toys for. They probably have so many thoughtless gifts from charities with people who think just like yo"
"Okay! Okay, I get it!" Specs said, cutting off Dutchy and rising his hands in defense. "Jeez, you're like the fab one of Christmas shopping!"
As they walked, gradually picking out toys that Dutchy approved of that wouldn't put the school's charity in too much debt, they were totally unaware of the time. "Specs! We have to get this! It's perfect, not too expensive, and it can entertain the whole orphanage! Dutchy whined, pointing to a DDR system. "Just imagine how much fun they'll have!"
"And how much we'll have to work to pay it off! Dutch, I love you, but I don't particularly want to get chewed out by the school for getting something so expensive." Specs explained, trying not to look at Dutchy, who was looking like he had just lost his puppy. Reluctantly, Specs gave in, lifting it into the cart.
"Thank you!" Dutchy yelled, wrapping his arms around Specs' neck and snuggling into his boyfriend's hair. You would have thought that he had gotten it himself.
"I swear, if you weren't hot, funny, charming, romantic, mischievous, and the best actor I've ever seen, I would've dumped you so long ago..."
"But I am, and you haven't, so let's pay for these and get going." Dutchy grinned, looking briefly down at his watch. "Oh man, Specs, we're gonna die."
"Why?" Specs asked, slightly confused.
"Because we were supposed to meet the others at five and it's nine o' clock." The blonde said calmly.
"What?! Shoot! Let's go!" Specs exclaimed, running to the counter and paying quickly. As soon as they left, Dutchy grabbed Specs' cell phone from the other's pocket and dialing Pie Eater's number.
"Pie! Hey! Yeah, we got caught up shopping, but guess what we got? It's so great, the kids are gonna love it so much! ... But...no...oh, come on, Pie! Don't be mad! We didn't mean to blow off the meeting, but we...no! We did not start making out again...much...not more than twice I promise!"
As Specs heard one half of the conversation, he shook his head. Dutchy never had been good with people skills. He grabbed the phone and tried to salvage the situation. "Look, Pie, yeah, it's Specs. We'll have another meeting tomorrow, okay? This time I promise we'll be there. Yeah, he is an idiot. A very cute idiot, but still. All right, seeya then." He finished; closing his phone and putting it back in his pocket. "There. Now that that is taken care of, let's get these home and get them wrapped." He sighed; glad that the day was finally over and he could relax with his boyfriend.
Specs looked over to where Dutchy was trying to wrap the presents. The blonde was starting to look desperate as he looked helplessly at the supplies in front of him. "Dutch, do you want some help?"
"Please and thank you." Dutchy said, sighing thankfully. He curled up on the couch, watching Specs diligently wrap the presents. "How can you be so perfect at everything?" Dutchy asked in wonder, moving so that he could lie his head on Specs' lap.
"I'm not perfect, Dutch." Specs said a little embarrassed. As he wrapped the last present, he looked down at Dutchy and noticed that the other was asleep. He stroked the other's face hesitantly, not wanting to wake the beautiful blonde sleeping on his lap. He gently kissed Dutchy's forehead, smiling as he did so. "I might not be, but you are. Merry Christmas" He whispered, leaning his head back against the couch and falling asleep.