it's the night before christmas, and the apartment with your bandmates was finally quiet for once as everyone was asleep. you, though, had woken up in the middle of the night, just before midnight, walking out into the kitchen to get some milk. when you turned on the light, blocking the fridge was patrick, smiling sheepishly as a ribbon was tied in a bow around his wrist. you chuckled, kneeling down to read the small tag attached to it, "do NOT open before christmas !! -pete"