Here's another one-shot. I got a few reviews, watched a few movies for inspiration, and I think I've finally gotten an idea. Here we go.

Disclaimer; don't own anything.

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Gray's POV

"Nah."

Her mouth drops, and she scowls. "You're an asshole."

I shrug. Ann appears beside me.

"Gray, what's wrong with you? Popuri just wanted to dance." She twisted a dish towel inside the glass she was wiping out. "Sheesh."

"I don't dance." I say.

I can see Claire. A long-haired brunette boy held her arm. I grunted. Why did she have to show up with Cliff? Why couldn't she be with me?

'Cause I'm an asshole, that's why.

Or maybe it's because I never asked her.

"Hello, Gray." The beautiful blonde smiled at me.

Cliff offered a sympathetic smile. I glared at him, and then averted my eyes to Claire's legs. They looked a mile long in that sexy dress she was wearing.

"C'mon, Cliff." Claire said, adjusting her outfit. She knew I was watching. "Let's dance."

They clasped hands and walked off. I slammed my drink down on the table. I could see Claire watching me as she danced away with that little fruit.

He probably doesn't even like girls, I thought to myself.

A strobe light veered, blinding me.

"Damn," I muttered, shielding my eyes.

I stood. Why am I even here? It's not like I like parties. I hated New Years. It meant a whole new year to suffer through. A year full of work... A year full of yelling... A year full of... Grandpa.

I sneared. "Great."

The music pulsed around me. I could feel a migrane coming on. I reached at the counter and found a small shot glass. I downed it in an instant.

Might as make it a good time.

I shoved my hands in my pockets and aimed for the door. It's not like I could go upstairs with the music pounding. I'd never be able to sleep. It was 11:48. I still had a while until everyone went home.

Screw 'em.

My hand gripped around the cold, metal doorknob. Someone was watching me. Their eyes burned into my skull. I turned.

Claire.

"Where are you going?" She asked, raising an eyebrow.

"What's it to you?" I snap, stomping outside.

Claire followed. "Who crapped in your cornflakes?"

I sneared, facing her again. "Real mature, Claire."

The corner of her mouth creeped into a smile. I frowned, trying hard not to smile myself.

I hate when she does that.

I felt wetness on my cheeks.

"Hey, it's snowing!" Claire squealed, grabbing my arm.

I looked at her out of the corner of my eye as she gazed up at the sky.

"Why did you invite the skeeze?" I heard her say.

I gaped at her. "What?"

She turned to me, and her eyes were sad. "I said 'why didn't you invite me?'" Her voice was low, pulled at my heartstrings.

I laughed at what I thought she said, then turned serious. "Because," I say.

"Because why?" She tugged at my arm, and I realized she was shivering.

I pulled away from her grasp and removed my jacket. I placed it on her bare shoulders. "Because you're here with Cliff."

"That's not a reason not to invite me." She said, but did not remove my coat.

"He told me he was gonna ask you."

"Then why didn't tell him you were planning on it first?" Her blue eyes burned into mine.

"... Well," I muttered. "Maybe... maybe I wasn't."

Claire's mouth formed an 'O'. Her brows pursed together, and she whipped off my jacket.

"Then what is this all about?! What is this?" Her hands flew back and forth between us. "What does this mean to you?"

I shrugged slowly. She scoffed, and then shoved me in the shoulder.

"You," A slim finger stood before my nose. "Are a real asshole."

I stared at her. She stared back at me.

"Then walk away." I said.

Claire laughed. "Wha-... What?"

I smiled. "You see this?" I made a gesture at myself. "Look at what I have over you. It's like... a magnetic force!"

She raised her eyebrows. "Why-... You're crazy." She was embarassed. "You have... nothing over me."

My mouth tugged at the corners. "I go to the party, you go to the party." I explain. "I come outside, you come outside. It's like a magnetic force, I swear."

"It's called 'chemistry'." Claire says.

I pursed my lips, then tilted my head. "Oh, you think so, huh? Well, I hate science."

"Maybe," She fingered a strand of blonde hair.

The snow had stopped, and as I gazed back up at the smile, chuckling to myself, the stars shone like a thousand bright lights.

"You have a way of coming easily to me, Claire." I say.

I felt her smile, and her hand found it's way into mine. Suddenly, a loud voice came from inside.

Ann.

"Hurry, everyone! It's almost time!" She hollered.

Claire and I looked at eachother, and the doors behind us burst open. Out came the rest of the town.

"TEN, NINE, EIGHT-" They chanted. "SEVEN, SIX, FIVE, FOUR, THREE, TWO, ONE!"

An explosion of fireworks blasted into the sky. Red, blues, and yellows splashed among the stars. Everyone cheered.

"HAPPY NEW YEAR!"

People kiss on New Year's. Do it, Gray. Just do it!

I bent down and pecked Claire on the lips. "Happy New Year," I say, my voice quivering.

"To a new year." She smiled, pretending to hold up an imaginary glass of champagne. "New beginnings."

I held up my own glass. "Too assholes," I toss in.

She laughed. "Nah,"

I shrugged, and we imaginary-clanked.

And then we kissed again.

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Cute. Finished this in Florida. It's so lonely here. :'(

- emma.