Author's note: Funny, New Years was ten days ago. Oh well. I'm fairly new at this writing thing. Sorry if this isn't up to par with the fanfiction standards.
It was New Years Eve, and he had no plans. Well, no plans was an understatement. He was alone. Everyone in the hospital was on call or went to that party held by that friend of that nurse who's cousin had that baby recently.
So yeah, wallowing in self pity sounded like a plan. He was watching that chick movie about New Years that seemed appropriate given the day, but to be honest it just made him feel more crappy. He knows exactly how he'd rather be spending his New Years. He knows exactly the person he'd want to kiss as soon as the clock struck twelve, with rushed exchanges of "Happy New Year!". Is it completely and utterly insane to have feelings for your best friend, he one person you knew was off limits?
How could he not?
Her shy smiles and neurotic ways made it virtually impossible for him to ever just have strictly platonic feelings.
He hates her. He hates her for leaving him alone on New Years. He hates her for making him love her.
The quiet indecisive knocking of the door gives home the slightest amount of hope that maybe...
He is met with auburn hair and wet clothes. With a grin slowly appearing on his face, suddenly his New Years doesn't seem as fucked up.