Nail polish. John had nail polish.

Alex squealed and grabbed the bag. He ran out of the bathroom and onto the couch. John glanced up at him once, not noticing the bag. Then it hit him and his head whipped back to Alex.

"Where did you find that!?" John asked, half amused at Alexander's excitement and half horrified that he found the bag. 

"In your bathroom cabinet," Alex said proudly. "Underneath the sink." He sat down and started looking through all of the different colors. And there were a lot of them. "You never told me you painted your nails!" Alex exclaimed, still thrilled. John shook his head.

"I don't. I did for a while, but it took me a long time to make it look clean, and I don't have that time anymore," John said. That wasn't true. His friends in college would tease him for it, and he eventually just stopped. He couldn't bring himself to throw them out though.

"Well we have time now, and I happen to be great at painting other people's nails. I do it for Eliza all the time," Alex stated matter-of-factly. He picked out a bright yellow and took John's right hand, not paying attention to the slight resistance when he picked it up, or the slight tensing when he was about to put the polish on. "Now it'll be my favorite color on my favorite person," Alex said, his tongue sticking out slightly as he made sure not to mess up or smear it.

"I didn't know your favorite color was yellow," John said, trying to avoid the slight panic feeling in his chest.

Alex nodded slightly. "I really liked blue for a long time, but a few months back I realized how nice yellow is." He finished up the first hand, looking it over to make sure it was perfect, but before he could start on the left John had to get up to put the next movie in. They started Desolation of Smaug and John fell back on the couch next to Alexander.

John passed over his left hand without Alex even needing to ask. He wasn't going to fight this, and he knew that Alex would win if he did. Alexander was surprisingly meticulous when painting, and was sacrificing watching the movie in order to make sure it was perfectly done. He finished the second hand and warned John to let it dry before doing anything. They finished the movie, slowly getting more and more tempted to scream at the characters as it became a less and less appropriate time for them to do so.

They finished that movie, quite irritated when they had to put in the next DVD. Although determined to make it through the last movie awake, but the stresses of the day wore away on them and they couldn't make it past 12:30.

That morning they woke up, regretting staying up so late. They got ready that morning, barely acknowledging each other due to their minds being shrouded by sleepiness. John was just showering as normal, until he noticed his bright yellow nails. He looked at them, barely registering what he was seeing. John considered washing it off, knowing he had acetone in his bathroom, but he didn't want to hurt Alex's feelings. He would just have to make it through the day.

It helped, however, when his nails were one of the first things Alex pointed out this morning.

Was the whole blue to yellow color thing too cheesy and obvious? Probably.