Drabble #2 with Priestly pretty please with the cherry on top 😂❤🍒 ~
Prompt: “SURPRISE! I’m your present!”
As the holidays fast approached, Priestly was getting more and more disappointed. You were his best friend had been since 5th grade, there wasn’t a single year he spent the holidays without you. This year, however, it seemed he was destined to spend them alone. This was the year, he was determined to tell you how he felt, how he’d been feeling for years, he was completely in love with you, and he’d planned to tell you.
Since his mother had died a few years back, usually Christmas was spent at the sub shop with his friends and co workers, but what made it better was always having you there with him. You two had been through everything together.
You were supposed to make it home, he’d barely seen you in the last two years since you had moved away for school, and now, his plans for Christmas were ruined because you had a huge stupid test to cram for and wouldn’t make it back in time.
Priestly slammed the rag down again, grumbling to himself as he huffed and groaned. He didn’t fail to notice how Tish rolled her eyes, not that he cared anyway, most of the time he ignored her. He’d barely tolerated her since they had tried the dating thing, he’d pined for her for so long he didn’t realize how blinded he’d been and how he didn’t connect with her at all once they’d decided to try.
“Oh will you just fly over there if you want to see her so damn bad, i don’t think i can’t handle anymore of your moping without completely murdering you!” her high pitched voice complained. How hadn’t he ever noticed how annoying she sounded before?
Priestly turned to glare at her.
“Well, i don’t think i can handle anymore of your bitching about my bitching before i completely lose my sanity!” he snapped back, he’d admit, the closer it got to Christmas, the grumpier he got.
“Besides, you know i hate planes,” he stated, shivering a bit at the thought. Tish huffed, if she rolled her eyes one more time, he hoped they got stuck.
“Stop being such a pussy, this is why we broke up, you have no backbone, you’re like totally in love with the girl i’m sure you can sacrifice one plane ride to be with her on Christmas,” she suggested, “you know, romance and all that crap!” she finished off with a careless wave of her hand.
“First off, we broke up because we had nothing in common, you only wanted me because i put on some shitty clothes and died my hair normal, and removed my piercings, i decided i’d rather kill myself, and second..” he paused, thinking.
Priestly stood, thinking about it for a second before he sighed. He let out a soft smile, before he decided Tish was right, as much as he hated to admit it.
“You know what, yes. Yes i can get on a plane, and i will. Thanks Tish, good to know you’re useful for something other than lying on your back,” he dripped sarcasm, she flipped him off before snapping a ‘whatever’ at him.
Your day had started off like crap and had plummeted right down to hell. You were overworked and overtired and you had been studying all damn week for this test, which you were certain you were going to fail.
It was the night before Christmas Eve and you just wanted to be back home, in California right now, with Priestly, the love of your life…not that he even knew. Still, that was where your heart was, it’s all you could think about. For the first time ever, you weren’t spending Christmas with him and it was making you very upset and moody. You hated spending Christmas alone.
You searched your bag for your apartment keys, huffing and holding back stressful tears when you couldn’t find them. When you finally did, you realized you didn’t need them, the door was already unlocked. You frowned, you usually locked the door but then decided maybe it was due to how unhinged you’d been lately. You lived in a safe part of the city after all. Still, you walked into your apartment slowly and on alert.
The first thing you noticed was the smell of bacon and cinnamon. Two of your favorites. You walked in further before you heard the humming of Santa baby, then you noticed him.
You couldn’t mistaken the bright red Mohawk and the smell of your favorite breakfast, which he was amazing at making you every Christmas morning. You smiled widely, watching as he wiggled his hips and danced before running up and hugging him from behind.
“What are you doing here?!” you shrieked excitedly, squeezing him tightly. He chuckled deeply, turning around to face you. He smiled widely at you, you just now noticing he was wearing nothing but Santa boxers and a big red bow on his left peck.
You giggled at the sight, “and what are you wearing?” you questioned, raising a brow. He winked before wiggling his eyebrows.
“SURPRISE! I’m your present!” he squeaked out loudly, making you grin.
“As for the costume, i figured i’d make you breakfast half naked. I’m betting you don’t get offers like this around here,” he winked making you roll your eyes.
“You’re so cocky sometimes, it’s irritating,” you stated, he grinned in response before he shrugged.
“nah, i just know you’ve been through hell the last few weeks, figured you could use a little break and a hot guy cooking you breakfast,” he spoke, pulling you in for a hug.
“Well, thank you for the breakfast but uh, where is this hot guy you speak of?” you teased, looking around, you gasped, looking at him with wide eyes.
“is he hiding in my bedroom?” you smirked, he glared and grumbled, before mumbling a response.
“Ha ha, you’re so fucking funny Y/N!” he huffed out sarcastically. He mimicked your response for a second before playfully snapping at you.
“Sit your ass down, breakfast is ready.” he snapped, grumpily. You knew he was teasing you could see this underline of a smile beneath his grumpy facade.
You sat down, smiling widely as you watched the hunk of a man you called your best friend plate up your breakfast, placing it in front of you and handing you the syrup as he turned to fetch his own pate. Your eyes roaming his sculpted body.
Maybe it was time you told him how you felt, maybe just maybe it was time.
He sat down across from you, smiling before he frowned, noticing you’d frozen.
“You okay?” he frowned, worry in his features, you snapped out of your thoughts, smiling widely, or maybe…it would have to wait until next year. You thought, chickening out once again.
“Yeah, perfect. Thank you Pries, i’m really glad you’re here, you made this week a whole lot better,” you spoke, smiling widely at him, he smiled back, biting into his french toast as he nodded softly at you.
“Me too, Y/N. Me too,” he breathed, his focus back on his food.
You frowned when you thought about him being here, instead of California.
“How did you get here any way?” you asked, quirking an eyebrow at him. His bright eyes met yours before he cleared his throat, a slight shiver making him shift in his seat.
“Well about that, it’s kind of a funny story…”
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