Someone knocked on your door and you heard your name being called. More banging on the door.
Getting up from the couch where you were watching "A Christmas Story" for the umptenth time, you opened the door and peered out at the blonde boy at the door.
"Emmett!" you shouted, flinging open the screen door so the Belgian boy could come inside, "I haven't seen you in forever!"
The tall man laughed at you, his forest eyes shining with delight as he held his arms behind his back. You tried to get around him to see what he was holding, but he only continued to evade your wandering eyes and grabbing hands.
His smile was as bright as ever. "It's been awhile, hasn't it?"
Pouting, you stopped reaching and looked up at the man with wide, (e/c) eyes. "What'd you get me?"
He hummed, then turned around, keeping the box out of your sight. Backing up, he shoved you over to your couch again, then sat on you. You grunted, the air leaving your lungs. He set the box on his lap and, when you craned your neck around his broad shoulders, you could just make out it's green and white striped paper wrapping.
The man on top of you wiggled his hips, causing you to groan in pain again. "Emmett! You're killing me!"
You could almost hear his grin as he wiggled off of you. "Sorry," he apologized, taking the seat next to you. "Let's try that again!" he grunted, placing the nicely wrapped box in your hands and pulling you onto his lap.
Still clutching the present, you sat still while Emmett threaded his lean arms through yours. His elbows rested lightly on your hips and his hands held the present over yours.
Blushing slightly, you chose not to look at the handsome Belgian man behind you and instead moved your hands from under his.
"So," you said, trying to get your mind off of Emmett behind you, "what is it?"
He rested his chin on your shoulder and nuzzled his nose into your neck. You could feel him grin into your skin. "I dunno," he mumbled, sliding his nose along your collar until it was his cheek pressed against yours, "Why don't you open it?"
Hands shaky from the closeness of your friends, you slid your finger under the seam of the paper, carefully tearing the tape away from the paper. Emmett groaned, flopping his head onto the couch behind you. Taking your hands in his again, the impatient man quickly ripped away the paper, leaving only a red box.
You tilted your head to the side, then squirmed around to face Emmett. He released your hands and gestured for you to open the box. So, with an excited smile, you did.
"You didn't!" you gasped.
He smirked at you, "I did."
Squealing a bit, you pulled one of the treats out of the box, "Belgian chocolate!"
Emmett grinned at your reaction, "Gonna share?"
Narrowing your eyes, you jumped from his lap, box of chocolate in hand. "No!" you shouted, incredulous.
The gifter seemed surprised by your reaction, but stood to grab you anyways. You squealed again and ran out of his reach, eventually ending up against your bedroom door with Emmett banging on the other side.
"Go away, Emmett!"
You shook the box, "I'm eating them all right now!"
"Like Hell I will!"
He whined to you like a grade school kid, "Sharing is caring!"
Pausing your actions, you looked at the door with furrowed brows. He had stopped pounding on the door. You cracked it open and peered out at him, "What the Hell is wrong with you?"
Just then, the Belgian boy pounced at you through the door. He grabbed one of the chocolates from your open box and popped it in his mouth.
"Thank you," he smiled around the chocolate.
You grunted, "Great. You're happy. Now-"