Ship: Joe/Patrick
Words: 314

(A/N: HEY ITS HALF PAST MIDNIGHT AND MY ALARM IS SET FOR 5:40 AM BUT I GOT TO 2K READS AND I HAVE TO CELEBRATE SO DID THIS FOR YOU, YOU LITTLE SHITS)

"Joe! Wake up!" I whisper, "Joe! Joe! Joe!"

"Mmph... Your gay is showing," Joe mumbles as he rolls over in bed.

"JOSPEH TROHMAN GET YOUR ASS OUT OF BED I HAVE A QUESTION FOR YOU!" I yell into his ear.

"Patrick..." He groans. He sits up and glares at me, "What?"

I smirk mischievously, "Do you wanna build a snowman?"

"What the hell, Patrick, it's not 2014 anymore, that movie was extremely overrated, and there isn't any snow outside." He replied with a pissy face.

"Look! Out! Side!" I squeal, bouncing on the bed each time I say a word.

He raises his head and I see his blue eyes light up as he takes in the white glitter.

He turns back to me with the same mischievous smirk and replies, "Let's go."

We race downstairs, he grabs his coat and slips it on over his pajamas while I do the same and once we have boots on (I even come prepared with gloves), he pulls me up into his back and we run outside at the crack of dawn with giant grins, peppered kisses, and soft giggles as we throw snowballs at each other.

I don't know how long we're outside but we're able to build a couple of snowmen, connecting their necks with a rainbow scarf (because gay pride), get completely covered in snow from the various snowballs thrown at each other, and even decorate the front of the house with smashed snowballs.

We go back inside, freezing cold, where Joe makes some coffee and wraps the both of us in a blanket before falling back asleep on the couch, me in his arms.

And I'm happy.