"Can you please hurry and pick a tree?" I asked my girlfriend, bouncing on my toes.

She glanced at me. "What's the hurry?"

"I... it's cold." Technically not a lie.

She rolled her eyes. "Deal with it, sissy."

"Gina!" I said in a mock shocked tone. She smiled and turned back to what had to be the tenth tree she'd inspected.

It really was cold out here. There was a thick layer of fresh snow coating the ground, sparkling in the sunlight. I would have marveled at its beauty if not for the other problem at hand. I crossed my legs and stuck my hands deep into my pockets. Whan I sighed, I could see my hot breath evaporate.

"Come on, Finn. Tell me what's really wrong with you. You've always loved the cold and snow."

She was right..."I'm fine. Just tired of all the trees." She looked skeptical. I plastered a smile on my face. She simply shook her head and went back to looking at like every fucking needle on the fir tree.

"We'll go home soon. I just need to find the perfect tree..."

This time I rolled my eyes. She wasn't going to find "the perfect tree" anytime soon. "Well... can you try to hurry?"

This time she actually turned to look at me. "What's your deal?" I hoped she wouldn't see how much my legs were shaking.

She did. She looked right at my knees and gave me a quizzical look.

"I... d-do you know if there's a bathroom around here?"

She raised her eyebrows. "I'm not sure."

I began rocking back and forth, gloved hands still in my pockets. "Ca-can we check?"

She rolled her eyes at me again. "Okay." she sighed, drawing out the word to take three time as long to say it.

We went to the little building on the tree lot. "Oh..." Gina said, reading a sign. "It's closed."

Really? I stared at the mens room door. "Not fair." I mumbled.

"Life's not fair." Gina told me, already heading back towards the trees.

"Wait!"

She sighed again. "What, Finn?" she asked, sounding like an exasperated parent.

"I need to pee." I found myself bouncing more as the words came out of my mouth.

"Sorry? The bathrooms are closed, there's nothing we can do about it. Can you wait until we get home?"

Well, that depended on how long it would take her to choose a goddamned tree. "Uh, maybe? Yeah, I think so." I chewed on my bottom lip. She gave me an encouraging smile and motioned for me to follow her.

She looked at a few more trees, seemingly taking longer with each one. I stepped from foot to foot, looking around distractedly,

"What do you think about this one?" Gina's voice found it's way to my ears.

"Oh, um it's great, yeah. Really pretty."

She shrugged. "I think it's too tall. And not green enough."

I meant to say something about how ridiculous she was being but all that came out was "Oh God."

She turned to me, eyes shooting daggers into mine. "No, not you! I just really have to..." I winced and crossed my legs tightly. "And the cold's not helping."

"Oh." Her expression softened. "Well, we never checked the doors of the bathroom."

She was right; maybe the door was unlocked even though there was a CLOSED sign. Or maybe I was just too desperate to care if it was a stupid idea. "Okay, let's go check!" I tugged on her arm.

Of course, the doors were locked. The fact only seemed to worsen the pressure in my bladder. I really shouldn't have drank two cups of coffee before we left. But it was early, and I was tired! Oh, and then there was the large soda on the way here...

"Oh well." She shrugged. Oh well? She wasn't the one with a bursting bladder! And anyway, how didn't she have to go? She drank about as much as I did, minus one coffee. And the cold! It always seems to make things worse.

"No. Not 'oh well.' I need to pee!"

She signed again. "Finn, you're an adult. I'm sure you'll be fine." she said dismissively.

I shook my head. "How... how long do you think it'll take you to find a tree?"

"I dunno." she said. "Can't rush perfection."

"Perfection my ass. They're trees. Just trees. Just pick one, we'll cut it down, and we can leave. Right?"

"Fine, Mr. Grumpypants." She stuck her tongue out at me playfully but I was not in the mood to be playful. My bladder hurt.

"Gina, can't you see I'm in pain right now?" I said, hunched over with a hand on my abdomen. Her face contorted as if she felt my pain. "I need to go so bad," I whined.

I stepped from foot to foot anxiously. My bladder pulsed and I longed to hold my member, but my thick snow pants prevented me from doing so. I settled for pressing my hand against the fabric on my crotch.

"But... we still need a tree..."

"D-doesn't matter. I wouldn't m-make it h-home anyway."

"Oh," she said. Her voice full of pity.

"Fuck it," I said. "I'm going here."

"But what if... what if it freezes off?"

I chuckled. "I don't think that happens."

Before she could protest, I was fumbling with my snow pants and then jeans, bouncing and grimacing in sheer desperation. And finally, I was free. I pissed a waterfall into the snow, my hot yellow liquid melting it and making steam. I moaned loudly.

As I zipped up, I turned to face Gina.

"You really couldn't hold it could you?"

I smiled sheepishly. "It was an emergency. You have no idea how good that felt."

"All I know is that that was hot." I blushed. "And that we still need a tree..." Yup. That was my Gina. I laughed and kissed her on the nose.