Disclaimer: I do not own Lilo & Stitch. I do not own it, Sam I Am. I do not own it in a box. I do not own it with a fox... (I'll shut up now.)
Jumba Jookiba would never understand Pleakley.
For example: It was December twenty-fifth, and the one-eyed little alien was absolutely ecstatic. Jumba, genius though he was, could not understand how his roommate was so excited over a holiday that had no connection to his religion, or any part of his cultural heritage.
Yet there he was, scrawny little hands balled into fists on his non-existent hips, still in his pajamas - right down to the fuzzy slippers - insisting that they go downstairs, because the others were already up and opening their gifts.
At six-thirty in the morning.
Jumba yawned, blinked sleepily, and climbed out of his bunk. "Opening of presents cannot be waiting until later?" He complained.
"She's little." Pleakley said gently, referring now to Lilo. "She's little and she's excited. Come on."
The larger of the two rolled his eyes and groaned, a clear sign to Pleakley that he had been victorious in this battle. Trying to hide a giggle, the one-eyed alien quickly made his way downstairs. Jumba - still only half-awake - followed him.
When he got downstairs, Pleakley was standing in the entryway to the living room, watching Nani help Lilo and Stitch open their gifts.
"I think . . . I think we're really lucky to be part of this family." Pleakley stated thoughtfully, not looking up, as Jumba came to a stop beside him.
There was quiet for a moment - the other three family members were too preoccupied with their presents to notice that they'd been joined - until Pleakley's eye wandered to the top of the entryway.
"Hey . . . Whaddaya know?" He whispered, folding his arms over his chest. Jumba followed his gaze, eyes finally settling upon a green sprig tied up with a red ribbon.
Mistletoe.
"Well . . . " Pleakley lowered his arms. "You know what happens now, right?"
Jumba gave him a sideways glance. "Ah . . . Yes. I - Certain exceptions are to be made, I am thinking, when it is being t-"
His jumbled train of thought was cut off as two thin hands found their way onto his cheeks, turning his head to the side. Standing on tip-toes, Pleakley placed his lips over Jumba's.
The only thought Pleakley could bring himself to think was, I am kissing Jumba Jookiba. Oh my goodness. Lilo, Stitch, and Nani are right there and I am kissing Jumba Jookiba. Thank goodness those gifts are so darn distracting.
Pleakley suddenly pulled away, blushing a bright shade of orange, and Jumba stared at him, shakily. "Pleakley . . . " He began. He went to reach for his friend's arm, but found himself unable to touch him. "W...Wh . . . ?"
The one-eyed alien quickly looked over to the tree in the corner of the room, where the other three were still busy. His single eye narrowed in concentration as Lilo pulled the wrapping off of a box, then widened as his face lit up with a grin.
"Oh! Lilo!" He scrambled over to the three of them, who just then noticed his and Jumba's presence. "That one's from me!"
The evil genius was left to stare blankly after Pleakley, finally allowing the blush he'd been fighting down to surface.
Yes, Jumba Jookiba would never understand Pleakley.