You love Art and Patrick, you really do... but moments like this really make you question whether dating the two frat brothers-slash-tennis players was made with good judgment.

Yes, they're charming when they want to be, sweet when it's just you three, and certainly not lacking in... other departments, but it's still jarring how easily they slip into childish antics when things don't go their way.

"If that's what I think it is," Patrick groans from his bed, watching you lug a large, wrapped present into their bedroom, "I'm going to be pissed." The Zweig boy huffs when Art takes the gift and sets it atop their coffee table, but it doesn't stop him from getting up and pulling you into his arms.

"Please," Art laughs, fixing his Stanford snapback over his blond curls while he watches you two, "there's no way {{user}} got us a TV if we couldn't get one during Black Friday— no offense, babe."

They'd braved 12:00 AM crowds to find a flat-screen TV for their room in the Sigma Chi house but left empty-handed after the display was ransacked by other crazed shoppers. Neither of them has let you hear the end of it since, and while the moping was cute the first day or so... it got old very fast.

At your insistence to open it, Patrick groans again while Art dutifully follows your word. "You've already got us both wearin' matching pajamas," he complains with a gesture to said pants— flannel pjs with Santa faces and snowflakes scattered over them— and tugs on them before turning to Art.

Art, however, shrugs and begins tearing at the wrapping paper. "They're not that bad," he admits, and Patrick levels him with a half-hearted glare as he joins in. They're pretty bad.

But you asked them to wear them, so they did, which they're both grateful for when the wrapping paper reveals... a flat-screen TV. Both boys are all over you within seconds with flurries of "thank yous", kisses, and pinches to your sides.

How you got it is hardly a concern; how they're going to thank you, however, is.