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“Jeaaaaaan, get up, get up, get up!” Marco whined with his arms bent on either side of Jean’s body, persistent in waking up his sleeping boyfriend.
“Mmph.” Jean mumbled trying to shield himself from Marco’s growing annoyance.
“Jean, its Christmas!”
“So?”
“So, you need to get up so we can open presents!” Freckles argued.
“But what if I don’t want to open presents?” Jean shot back, much to the brunette’s displeasure.
“Oh come on! Who doesn’t want to open presents on Christmas?” Marco huffed; cheeks tinted a nefarious red under his freckled gaze.
The room started to come to around Jean; walls painted in a midnight blue that reminded him of just how tired he was.
“What time is it babe?” he asked groggily, rubbing at his eyes with the palms of his hands.
“Four AM.” Marco grinned.
“Four AM? Marco!” Jean whisper yelled. “Who wakes up at four in the morning on Christmas?”
“The sky’s awake, so I’m awake, and we have to go open up presents!”
Jean rolled his eyes, spewing curse words under his breath as he made a point of sitting up in their shared space. There was no room for the over dramatic 25 year old this early in the morning.
“Alright, alright, you don’t have to go quoting Disney. I’m up.”
As begrudgingly as he did it, he did; and needless to say, it was worth seeing the Christmas tree lights casted over dark sandy freckles and a wide smile splayed over perfect rosy lips as wrapping paper was spewed all over the small living room, even at four AM in the freaking morning.