ELLA
TIME UNTIL NEW YEAR'S- 3 HOURS
"Ella I swear if you have another pair of 2018 glasses I'm going to snap them in half and throw them out the window."
"Like you would actually have enough strength to do that," I say while walking through the living room door, purposefully bumping Sam's shoulder with mine. "I'm surprised you even made that threat. It seems like it would be hard for you to carry through."
"I feel like you keep forgetting I have telekinesis, just like you," he laughs, and floats my third pair of glasses off my head, and puts them on his head. Once he does that, I take a step back and look at our decorating job so far.
The walls are lined with leftover ribbons from Christmas and streamers we bought at a party store down the street. There's over fifty poppers lying on the living room table, and I'm positive at least another 100 are in the kitchen. Pointy hats line the television stand, along with headbands. Gold, black, and white balloons flood the rooms, some spelling out "NYE 2018" while others just stood around, their only purpose to fill up room with festivity. Sam found - and fixed - an old colorful disco ball that Nine had in one of his storage rooms, and we managed to hang it on the ceiling, where it currently is spinning. Shiny wrapping paper covers the windows and strands of silver ribbons hang from the doorways, creating a New Year's look I'll never forget.
"I think we need more," I declare, looking at Sam.
"I think we bought out the party store with our last trip," he says back, laughing a bit.
"If we did this room would be much more festive than it is now." I turn around. "I'm going to go dig upstairs to try to find some more stuff."
"You do that," Sam says, already working on putting up more streamers.
I jog up the stairs and make my way to the room Sam said he found the disco ball in. When I walk, I flip the light switch, and when the room illuminates I see that Nine wasn't joking when he said Sandor liked to spend cash - not that I had doubted it before, considering the apartment and training room. The room was full of vases, paintings, instruments, and more. I immediately walk over to a piano, which looks like it's had better days. My heart melts when I lay my hands on it. It's been so long since I last played. Crayton taught me in our free time of laying low, and would show me his favorite songs to play. He was an incredible teacher - an incredible papa. I wish he was still here.
I turn away from the piano and the memories and look around for decorations. I'm about to head out to check another room when something catches my eye - a giant silver chandelier that's almost as tall as I am. I gasp when I see it, as it sparkles just the way I feel like New Year's should. I lift it with my telekinesis and start my way down the stairs.
"I'm going to head out to grab more-" Sam starts to yell, before seeing me and my found item. "Wow," he finally says, and turns completely towards me, no longer facing the door. "How did I miss that!"
"Who knows, but if it makes you feel better I almost missed it too. Must've been all the random crap Nine keeps in that room that distracted us," I tell him. "Either that or maybe you do need those ugly glasses."
"Hey!" He says, and we laugh. He throws his coat back onto the couch and helps my float the chandelier around the room.
"So," he starts. "Where do we put it?"
"I, uh," I begin. "I have no clue." We keep it in the air for a while, looking around the room for a place to hang it. "What if we…" I start to ask, but drift off. There's literally no place for this. Maybe that's why it was in the storage room.
"We could maybe hang it in the doorway to the kitchen? We could just go around."
"I have a feeling if any of you get wasted tonight, which probably will happen, that chandelier will not last there," I say, and Sam nods his head.
"True, but we can at least leave it there for now, can't we?"
"We have nowhere else to put it, so I don't see why not." We hang it in the doorway, then step back to take a look at it. It almost touches the ground, but leaves enough room for Bernie Kosar to trot in, which he does promptly. Sam pets him, and Bernie walks away, as if that was the only reason of coming in here.
"So. We have balloons, streamers, poppers, hats, ribbons, a disco ball, and a chandelier. Anything else?"
"I don't think so," I say, "but it can't hurt to use up what's left of what we bought, right?"
Sam obnoxiously groans, but cracks a grin right after. "I guess so." We start working on what's left in the bag - two rolls of streamers, four doorway coverings, and three packs of balloons. I grab a pack of balloons and Sam grabs the streamers. I grab the television remote and turn up the music, and I'm about to blow up some balloons when I hear a voice.
"Um, what's going on?"
Sam and I slowly turn to see Six standing in the doorway. He instantly turns red and starts to stutter.
"Oh, uh, hi Six, umm, well, you weren't supposed to, um, see this yet," he stumbles, as if we were caught doing something we shouldn't be.
"It's fine," she laughs, and smiles at us. "Can I help?"
"Totally!" I say, and throw her a pack of balloons. She walks in, turns the music up even louder, and we all start finishing the last touches for the perfect New Year's.