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flamingzebra asked: Bujeet, calendar

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The 17th of December was circled in pink marker on Buford's calender, but he couldn't remember why.

He'd just opened the calender to December and seen the date circled; he had no idea what has happened on that day or why it might have been remotely important. It was the 17th, what could have possibly happened that could have meant anything?

He even woke up on the morning of the 17th and ignored the pink circle. Clearly if he hadn't remembered it by now, it must not have been anything, right?

He was flattered when Baljeet suddenly offered to take him out to a nice restaurant, but by the end of the evening his boyfriend had become very upset with him.

"Do you not remember what today is?"

"I even circled it on your calender!"

Buford had no idea what today was.

Baljeet had practically thrown his napkin at the stalkier man before running out into the snow.

Oh, Buford fucked up big time. Something important had happened today and he'd forgotten of it's existence. Now he was chasing an upset Indian teenager down a crowded, slick sidewalk, and there was someone yelling at him to do something and he wasn't even paying attention anymore because he just knew the love of his life thought he just didn't care enough to remember.

"Baljeet, stop!"

Finally catching up, he seized the smaller male by the arm and practically had to force him into his chest. Baljeet was still wriggling and cursing at him, but he was considerably stronger and refused to break the hug.

"It's our one year anniversary, isn't it?" Buford whispered into his ear, and the mention of the event caused Baljeet's violence to die-down. "I'm sorry, it's not that I don't think it's important…" He squeezed Baljeet a little tighter. "… But our time together has flown by so fast; sometimes I have to remind myself that this is real, that you're really mine. I can't even begin to believe you've been by my side for a whole year already."