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Valentine's Day

Another year went by, and Alex and Mason were still together through their ups and downs, somewhat usual fights, and the emotional shit that made them feel like girls.  Usually when a fight started, it usually ended with Mason saying sorry to a beyond pissed off Alexander that gave him bitch face any chance the black haired teen got.   So this was usual for them both with the fights, constant apologies, brief make out sessions of "I'm really, really, really, freaking sorry because I fucked up big time."

Alex sat on the couch with his knees to his chest as he watched another Supernatural episode; a simple scowl on his face as he watched the two young adults fight and kill demons that threatened the humans around the world, "Stupid humans… I would have let you die by now," he muttered to himself.

Mason just so happened to walk on in the living room and heard the small comment; the ginger haired male just chuckled softly before plopping down on the couch beside his lover, "You really hate the human race, don't you?" he mused.

The shorter rolled his eyes at his lover, "Well of course, this is why I wish I was born a damn cat.  They're obviously treated like gods while hating the human race," Alex commented dryly; he glanced over at a certain cat named Smuckers, the calico cat was staring at Alex with narrowed moss colored eyes.  "Satan cat."

"Meow." Came a curt sound from the lounging feline.

Mason chuckled again and looped Alex close to his side, "Oh don't be so mean to our kitten, he didn't do anything."

"Oh please don't even argue…the damn cat shredded up my favorite converse!" Alex hissed, he glared at the "innocent" cat with angry dark blue orbs.  "Someday, you are going to get tossed in a lake."

The taller just rested his head back on the couch; he glanced lazily at Alex whom dragged his attention back to his show.  Mason drummed his fingers on the arm rest before pausing and sitting up again, "Love, it's Valentine's Day, do you want to do anything special?" he asked, he glared when he heard a snort come from Alex.  "Seriously, we hardly do anything, but party with Seth, Asher, Crow, Kay, and Daniel on New Year's.  We don't do anything else for the holidays."

"Of course we do, I was born on Halloween and we celebrate my birthday, and we pass out candy to the small brats that rule this world," Alex pointed out, he gave Mason an eerie smile, "and you sure know how to amuse this warlock," he added with a gesture to himself.

Mason smirked, "You're such the pervert."

"Says you, the man that makes the plans."

"But seriously, what do you want to do today? Go out for dinner?  See a movie, what?"

"Ugh, you're so cheesy!" Alex grimaced.  It didn't help when Mason got up, left and came back before dropping a large heart shaped box and roses on Alex's lap.  He held the flowers carefully, "Really?"

"You like flowers, so I got you some flowers," Mason shrugged indifferently.

"You make me feel like an awful boyfriend because I didn't get you anything," Alex frowned.

Mason smirked, "You are an awful boyfriend, but you're everything I asked for," he mused, dropping back next to Alex and propped his feet up on the coffee table.  He gazed back into annoyed blues, "What?  I'm merely speaking the truth," but in reply, he got a mouthful of petals.

Alex got up and placed the roses in an unused vase that was in the kitchen and placed it on the dining room table, he stared at them fondly, he loved the way the smelled and how they reminded him of Mason's hair.  And it wasn't the roses that he loved in general, but how they reminded him of Mason, they were beautiful, soft, smelled lovely, had wonderful colors, and brought a smile to anyone's face.

Mason threw back his head and stared at Alex whom looked upside down, "Dude, if you seriously don't like them, then don't put them in clear sight for you; Smuckers will probably eat them anyway," he shrugged.

Alex gritted his teeth and stalked back over to Mason and sat on him, "Idiot, you make me feel like a damn emotional girl on purpose just so you can get a kick out of it!" he hissed, and kissed Mason briefly, "But yes, I fucking like them, and I'd skin that damn cat if he even so much as smelled them," He grumbled, but wasn't going to tell Mason why because that was Alex's special little secret, and if he told Mason why, the Irish man would laugh and hold it above Alex's head every time they fought or when he felt like teasing Alex.

So to change the subject, Alex grabbed the candy box, opened it and shoved chocolate in Mason's mouth, "Happy sappy, annoying, girlish, fucking pointless, valentine's day," Alex grumbled.

Mason laughed; he couldn't agree anymore with what Alex had said and spent the rest of the day watching Supernatural with Alex, eating chocolate, and petting his Alexander's hair.