Day 1 - First day of fall
The first day of fall is made for lazing around in bed and curling up in soft blankets. Meant for watching the crisp, orange leaves swirl in the vicious wind and pressing the snooze button for a fifth time. Hot chocolate and fresh baked apple pie, both sprinkled with cinnamon and pumpkin spice. Fighting for warmth but not quite ready to turn the radiators on and fishing out warmer clothes and plaid shirts.Â
And that is exactly how this day, the first day of fall, finds Michael and Gavin. After a lazy morning cuddling in bed with far too many blankets and complaining at how cold it looks outside, they finally managed to emerge from the cocoon they had made for themselves. Michael scuttled off to the kitchen to start breakfast and Gavin made his way to the wardrobe to find his and Michaelâs fluffy dressing gowns.
Michael waited for the kettle to boil and poured the hot water in their mugs. He heard Gavin chuckling in the other room and a small, soft crash followed by another, louder laugh. In Gavin language, this wasnât worrying, but it absolutely meant there was a mess that needed to be cleaned up. It was far too much of a lazy morning to deal with that right now, so Michael carried on making the drinks and pulled the tea cakes out of the toaster. He grabbed a tray and carried the drinks and buttered cakes back to the bedroom and prepared himself for whatever Gavin had got himself into.Â
No amount of mental preparation could have readied Michael for what he saw though.Â
âWhat the fuck is that?â Michael tittered, placing the tray on the bedside table. Gavin was wearing a large, strange looking, bright orange jumper, and the stupidest grin imaginable.
âItâs a couple's jumper, Michael! I forgot I bought it but it looks so cosy and I wanna wear it with you.â Gavin replied, walking closer to Michael.
âAbsolutely not,â Michael shook his head, laughing âAnd look at the mess you made!â He continued, feigning anger.
âBut Michael!â Gavin whined.
âBut Micool!â Michael mimicked and laughed. He caught sight of Gavinâs pouty face and sad eyes and sighed, he knew that this was a battle he was entirely incapable of winning.Â
âGod dammit, Gavin,â He shuffled over and slid, with much difficulty, into the jumper. It was surprisingly cosy and warm, as much as he hated to admit, and decided they should add a blanket and tuck back into bed.Â
It took them far too long to coordinate their movements to reach the bed and trying to pull the blanket over each other only using one arm was an absolute joke. However, once they were back in bed, couples jumper on, blanket hung over their shoulders, and drinks in hand it was heaven. The weather outside had got worse but they had only become more cosy. Gavin rested his head on Michaelâs shoulder and Michael leaned his head on top of Gavinâs. They said nothing, silently watching the world go by outside, sipping their drinks and eating their breakfast. No plans for the rest of the day and not care in the world.
