A/N: So this is a bit out of my comfort zone, as I usually write about Danny Phantom and such, but here's my go at a Fuller House fanfiction. It's a bit AU, as you can tell.

Summary: Jackson and Ramona had always been best friends. But, as they got older and went off to college, things changed. They are still best friends, but as they grow older can they continue to deny the growing attraction between the two?

New Years Eve

The Gibbler-Fuller house was bustling that day. The now twenty-year old Ramona shoved her way through the crowd with her solo cup, that her and Jackson had spiked earlier in the empty kitchen. When she was fifteen, underaged drinking for her was a huge no-no. Now? Not so much.

She was buzzed, sure. Drunk? No. It was only nine thirty, and her mother insisted on throwing a huge New Years Eve party this year. Steph and Uncle Jimmy's daughter was with Joey and his wife, with the Gladstone four, who had finally simmered down somewhat. Tommy was also with them. Max was in the living room, dancing with Rose, who were ecstatic that they could finally be at the adult parties. She snuck into the kitchen to refill her drink, and bumped into her friend.

"Escaping?" He raised an eyebrow, a small smirk on his face.

"You know it." She smiled, moving towards the backyard with a whole bottle of Rosè.

"That bad?" He asked, trailing behind. She nodded. College had sucked these last few months. She had decided on a nursing major, although being on the dance team had it's perks, as she could tell in the mirror this morning.

"Worse. Clinicals and finals have been kicking my ass this year. And, moving to finals was nice, but the dancing has been taking a toll. My thighs kill." She breathed, taking a swig and sitting on the new porch swing that Steve had put in for DJ during their anniversary. "What about you?"

"Hockey and football killed me this year." He spoke, stealing the bottle. "Alcoholics before midnight!" He cheered, before drinking. She laughed. She had missed this.

Her father had renovated, and sold the Gibbler house, and moved into the basement with her mother. Stephanie and Uncle Jimmy took the attic with the baby, and Max and Tommy now shared a room, and the two adults had their own rooms. While DJ didn't really need the help anymore, it was nice to have her family there.

Max had just turned sixteen, and Jackson was now twenty one. Her birthday would come before they had to venture back to school.

When Jackson and Ramona had gotten accepted to different schools, it was disappointing to her, and they had grown a bit distant, but not too much.

She leaned her head against his shoulder, and they both sighed.

"You miss it too?" He breathed, and she nodded. "More than anything."

Max and Rose stumbled into the backyard, wrapped up in each other, not even breaking apart sucking faces.

"Oh, are we interrupting?" The girl bit her lip, her lip stick smeared across her face. Ramona laughed, grabbing Jackson and her bottle, and moving to the kitchen.

"Nope." She smirked. "Have fun with your old flames.

Roses father had left when she was young, and Matt and CJ had ended up marrying soon after DJ and Steve. Matt had adopted her soon after the two married, and Rose had adopted the last name Harmon.

The house was bustling. The two friends snuck up the stairs around eleven thirty to escape the drunken adults and horny teens in the backyard and to look through old photo albums.

They sat on Jackson's bed flipping through albums. "Awe, look, there's Uncle Jimmy and Aunt Steph's wedding!" She gushed, looking at a picture of the two walking down the aisle together, big smiles on their faces, not really looking at the camera. They were sixteen, with flower petals scattering all around them.

"What were we, fifteen?" He asked, smiling at her. "Not a care in the world. I had just became the wide reciever too." He spoke.

"Look how happy we were." She breathed.

"Ramona, Jackson! The ball is gonna drop!" Fernando called, and the two got up to go to the balcony, looking out as everyone chanted and began making out with their husbands, wives, partners.

"Happy New Year!" They all shouted, and without thinking, the two locked lips with each other. Nobody pulled away, nobody thought twice about it, and everyone else was too drunk to notice, care, or remember. Except Max and Rose, who were making out in the kitchen.

When they finally pulled away, they composed themselves quickly. "Let's go look at pictures some more?" Jackson started, his cheeks bright red.

"Sure. Yeah. Lets do that." She grabbed his hand, pulling him back to his room.

The continued flipping through the book, turning to earlier pictures of them. "Awe! Look at this one!" Jackson pointed to one of them in the dollhouse. They were around ten, and they had ringpops on their hands. "That was when we got married!"

Ramona smiled, laughing. "I remember that! I was upset over Popko, so you proposed!" She sighed. "Things were so easy back then." She took another sip of the wine, and realized she was starting to feel fuzzy.

"Yeah. Especially girls." He snorted, stealing the bottle from her again. "I'm drunk." He pushed the bottle back at her.

"I'm not in an easier boat than you are, buddy. Boys still suck." Her voice slurred a bit as she took another sip. "I haven't drank since October." She hiccuped.

Jackson laughed, taking the bottle and drinking half of the remaining, and she did the same. He hiccuped and laughed. "Oh. Ramona Gibbler. Drunk and in my bed." He smirked, falling back onto his pillows. "Never thought I'd see the day." She smacked his leg, but smirked. "Jackson Fuller, thinking about me? Never thought I'd see the day."

He sat up, turning red. "Well, I mean..." He trailed off. What was he supposed to say? This was new. It was uncharted waters for the both of them. The sexual tension? Not new, but between them? It was very new. "Whats the matter, Fuller? Cat got your tongue?" She teased. He stiffened, as she moved closer, but yet he was doing the same. "What are we doing?" He slurred slightly, but still moving closer to his lifelong best friend. "I don't know." She responded, crashing his lips against hers. It was messy and desperate, teeth clashing, hands roaming. The finished bottle rolled of the bed, and crashed to the floor as he pulled her into his lap by her ass. She moaned into the kiss, gasping when he trailed his lips to her ear. The grinding never ceased, but between breaths he moaned into her ear. "Ramona, tell me to stop."

"W-Why?" She mewled, tugging his dark locks as he sucked on her pulse point right below her jawline. He gasped when she ground down on the growing bulge in his slacks. "Because-" He grunted. "If we don't stop now, I don't think I'll be able to later." He finalized, ripping the fabric of her shirt, which sent a flood into her panties and she whimpered. "Jackson." She moaned. "Ramona, I'm serious." He groaned, burrying his face into her chest. "I-I don't wanna stop." She mewled.

To Be Continued...