WHO; donut crumbs, bb.
WHEN; wednesday, october 19th. very early in the morning.
WHERE; ravenclaw sixth year boys' dormitory.
SUMMARY; go shorty, it's your birthday.
RATING; pg-13.
WARNINGS; cursing and donut's general perversion.
STATUS; in progress.


For the past month, Donut had spent a lot of time silently freaking out because he had no idea what to get Crumbs for his birthday. Days would pass and he would forget completely about looking for one or when he did remember, he had no idea where to start searching and there was no way that he could ask any of his friends, because they would end up stealing the idea or ruining it, the fuckers. The whole freaking out would seem entirely ridiculous to anyone else, but then again, they probably wouldn't understand. Crumbs was his best friend and he couldn't waste shitty gifts that he could give to unimportant people on his best friend. That just wasn't right. Especially not when he always went out of his way to give Crumbs something special, every year. And even less now that he was turning seventeen.

Donut believed he was more excited about the whole thing than Crumbs himself was, which made no sense whatsoever to him because, come on, he was supposed to be turning into a man or a grown up or whatever, and that thought was just as hilarious as thinking that Creepy would ever be normal. So, of course, Crumbs needed to lighten up and want to celebrate and stick it to the man or whatever.

The whole freaking out about the gift was over quickly, though, right around the time when Creepy wouldn't shut the fuck up about his broken guitar and was trying to find a new one. Donut almost wanted to smack himself for not thinking about it before, but he was too happy about finally finding the most awesome gift ever to do anything more than roll his eyes and call himself stupid. That same day, he wrote home to ask his dad for money and he kept on sending owl after owl, until his dad finally got tired of bird shit and gave in. The little money he had on him, plus the amount his dad had sent, hadn't been enough to buy the set of bagpipes he had seen on ACCIO!, though and Donut, feeling a bit let down, had to settle for buying replacement pipes, instead. It wasn't as grand a gesture as what he had originally planned, but at least it was something Crumbs would appreciate, anyway.

According to the magazine, the order was supposed to take two weeks tops, but three weeks later, nothing had arrived and Donut had to rely on his creativity to come up with something else to keep himself from freaking out again, and just in case the pipes took longer than expected. He ended up going through his drawers and trunk, coming empty handed after ruling out things that held personal value, things that Crumbs already had and things that no one in their right mind would own, except for that one little tube of lubricant one of his friends from home had given him during the summer as a "prank" and that he ended up keeping, anyway, because you never knew what could happen.

The idea of giving Crumbs lube for his birthday was, honestly, too good to pass up and Donut was almost in tears from laughing so hard at the thought of Crumbs' face when he opened his kind-of-fake present. It all escalated from there, and soon, Donut had come up with a few more perverted things to give to his friend. He ended up emptying half of the lubricant tube so Crumbs would think it had been used before and then began rummaging through his trunk for extra props. An old keychain soon became a pair of handcuffs and a blindfold followed, from a stray sock. The thing smelled rather odd, but it wasn't like Crumbs was actually going to wear it, so he didn't see any problem with it. He put everything in a box, put that box into another box and then messily wrapped it up in Christmas-themed paper, with some help from the house elves. The pipes did end up getting there on time (just the day before) and Donut took more care wrapping those up, even if he did end up doing a lousy job, anyway.

Almost five o'clock in the morning, now, and Donut was practically bouncing with impatience on his bed, as he waited for it to be five. There wasn't an specific reason why he was waiting until then, five in the morning just felt like the right time, where it wouldn't be super early, but just early enough to be really annoying. When it finally rolled in, Donut jumped out of his bed, bending over to pull the not-so-fake present from under the bed and trying to be as quiet as possible. He didn't want to wake anyone up just yet.

Tiptoeing the couple of steps to get to Crumbs' bed, Donut was quick to throw back the curtains and practically dived in, getting tangled on the sheets and elbowing his friend several times, all over the place, before he could regain his balance. "Crumbs, hey. Crumbs! Wake up, man. Hey," he said, loudly, as he scrambled up and back, sitting on his haunches, right on top of Crumbs' legs. He took him by the shoulder and began shaking him as he continued, almost yelling by then, "c'mon, dude. It's your birthday! You can't waste it all sleeping, get up!"