happy new year's eve!epicflailerDecember 31 2010, 04:51:29 UTC
AJ kind of fucking hates firsts. It's not the idea of it - he's never been a delicate snowflake - or what it could mean, nothing soppy like that, it's just--
Fucking Justin.
Justin and his high-maintenance, obsessive-compulsive need to make all firsts special, no matter how ridiculous they are. And AJ's not exactly a low-key kind of guy himself, but Justin makes him look like the lowest A on your regular 88-key piano.
Like at Thanksgiving, when Justin had enlisted his help to move his five thousand pairs of shoes to his car
("Jesus," AJ remembers saying, "Do you have to take all your shoes home for the holidays? Your luggage weighs a ton."
"Don't judge. What would I have to be thankful about without them?")
and it had turned out to be an elaborate ploy to keep AJ out of his house while a party planning SWAT team helped to do it up for a surprise early Thanksgiving dinner. Justin had personally seen to the cooking that evening, and almost set AJ's kitchen on fire when he brought a flaming Bombe Alaska into the room for dessert.
Explaining that to the authorities had not been AJ's idea of a good night.
Thing is, though, it's not like AJ's unappreciative of the effort. It may be stupid as fuck, but it's kind of sweet, the amount of thought and planning that Justin puts into all of it. Still. There's something to be said for a nice, quiet evening that doesn't involve flaming surprises or fireworks or a thirty-piece marching band (and the accompanying fine he'd been slapped with for noise pollution).
"Okay," he says, once Justin's pulled into his driveway. "Lay it on me. What am I about to walk into here?"
"I don't know what you're talking about," Justin says, loftily.
"Uh huh," AJ says. "We celebrated the anniversary of our first meeting. In Germany. With a horse-drawn carriage. This is our first Christmas together. I might actually pass out if you don't tell me."
Justin laughs a little, at that. "Nothing's going on here," he says, as he gets out of his seat. "I swear."
"Sure," AJ says, shaking his head. He makes Justin go into the house first, just in case. But all that greets them is an empty room - empty of decorations, at least, the furniture is still in place - with the exception of a Christmas tree set up in a corner, and Christmas music playing over the speakers Justin had wired up all around the house when he first moved in.
Fucking Justin.
Justin and his high-maintenance, obsessive-compulsive need to make all firsts special, no matter how ridiculous they are. And AJ's not exactly a low-key kind of guy himself, but Justin makes him look like the lowest A on your regular 88-key piano.
Like at Thanksgiving, when Justin had enlisted his help to move his five thousand pairs of shoes to his car
("Jesus," AJ remembers saying, "Do you have to take all your shoes home for the holidays? Your luggage weighs a ton."
"Don't judge. What would I have to be thankful about without them?")
and it had turned out to be an elaborate ploy to keep AJ out of his house while a party planning SWAT team helped to do it up for a surprise early Thanksgiving dinner. Justin had personally seen to the cooking that evening, and almost set AJ's kitchen on fire when he brought a flaming Bombe Alaska into the room for dessert.
Explaining that to the authorities had not been AJ's idea of a good night.
Thing is, though, it's not like AJ's unappreciative of the effort. It may be stupid as fuck, but it's kind of sweet, the amount of thought and planning that Justin puts into all of it. Still. There's something to be said for a nice, quiet evening that doesn't involve flaming surprises or fireworks or a thirty-piece marching band (and the accompanying fine he'd been slapped with for noise pollution).
"Okay," he says, once Justin's pulled into his driveway. "Lay it on me. What am I about to walk into here?"
"I don't know what you're talking about," Justin says, loftily.
"Uh huh," AJ says. "We celebrated the anniversary of our first meeting. In Germany. With a horse-drawn carriage. This is our first Christmas together. I might actually pass out if you don't tell me."
Justin laughs a little, at that. "Nothing's going on here," he says, as he gets out of his seat. "I swear."
"Sure," AJ says, shaking his head. He makes Justin go into the house first, just in case. But all that greets them is an empty room - empty of decorations, at least, the furniture is still in place - with the exception of a Christmas tree set up in a corner, and Christmas music playing over the speakers Justin had wired up all around the house when he first moved in.
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