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It is that time again; New Years Eve. This year, I have been invited to my boss' New Years Eve party that he holds every year for everyone who works for him. It is my first time going to one of these, as I only started working for him half a year ago.
I work as a journalist, which can be pretty tiring, yet exciting at the same time. It has been my aspiration ever since I was a teenager. Well, that and songwriting. Anyway, I'd rather not look back on the past; I am now 21, and looking forward to the future.
I drift out of my daydream, realising my favourite TV show has finished, and I didn't even to watch half of it. I sigh, before looking at the clock on the wall; which reads, 7:34.
I get up from my place on my sofa, and make my way to my bedroom. I look outside, and it is already dark; so I turn on my bedroom light, and root around for something decent to wear.
Even after searching through piles of acceptable dresses, I still can't seem to find the right one. I want to make a good impression on my boss, as does everyone else. That's why I need to make myself look presentable, and try to not make a fool out of myself.
I finally choose a fitting black dress, just above the knees; with long, latticework sleeves. The main reason I chose this dress, is the sleeves. I thought wearing a long-sleeved dress would keep me warm, and make me look classy and sophisticated.
Along with the dress, I choose some matching heels, and light makeup. I curl my hair at the ends, and let the curls cascade down my back, elegantly. Once I have checked my appearance in the mirror, I make my way to the living room. I grab my clutch, slipping my phone in, and closing it; before straightening out my dress, and leaving to go to the party.
When I get in my car, I put my seat belt on, and start the engine. Before I drive off, I quickly check my reflection in the rear-view mirror. Once I am happy, I drive down my street, and off to the party.
When I get to the party, I park up in an empty space near the door, and get out of my car. I can already hear the chatter of the guests coming from inside, as I walk up to the door. I look up at my boss' house. It is very grand, making me feel a little intimidated even staring at it.
As I open the door, I am instantly greeted with the sight of chandeliers, champagne, and crowds of smartly dressed people laughing, chatting; just being sociable in general. You see, that's one thing I've never really been all that good at; socialising.
"Ally! I'm so glad you could make it!" I hear my boss call, whilst walking up to me; a smile plastered on his face.
"Hi Mr Moon! I'm so glad to be here!" I reply, smiling. Of course I am not all that excited to be here. In fact, I wouldn't be fussed if I sat at home, watching old movies on TV all night.
"Call me Mike!" He tells me, and I nod in response. "No guest I see?" He asks, raising his eyebrows. Earlier today, he asked everyone to bring a guest; if they wanted to.
"No. Everyone is busy tonight." I lie. The real reason I don't have a guest is because, they would either embarrass me, and I don't really have many friends, or a boyfriend, for that matter.
"Oh. Well, I hope you enjoy yourself anyway." He smiles, genuinely. This is one reason why I love my job; my boss is so nice. He is nice to everyone, even if they aren't working hard enough, or turn up late to work. Of course he gets a little bit annoyed, but he never really gets angry.
I am about to respond, until a lady's voice rings out, as a woman comes walking up to me and my boss. "Mike, we are running out of- Hi! I'm Mimi!" She states, smiling at me, warmly.
My boss chuckles at her sudden change of subject, before turning to me. "This is my wife, Mimi Moon." He introduces, gesturing to the woman on his right.
"Hi, I'm Ally, Ally Dawson." I smile, holding out my hand for her to shake; which she does.
"Nice to meet you Ally!" She exclaims, smiling at me.
"Ally here is one of my best employees! Never late, and always gets on with her work!" Mr Moon, or should I say Mike, states, proudly.
"Ah! Well, you're very welcome here then!" Mimi smiles at me, sincerely.
"Thank you!" I reply, smiling back.
They both smile at me once more, before walking away to greet more guests. I look around; the place looks fancy, to say the least. I'm glad I chose this dress; I fit right in.
I decide to wander around, maybe talk to a few people. I have made it my New Year's resolution to speak to more people, make some new friends. Don't get me wrong, I love the friends I already have, but I could use a few more.
After about 2 hours of making polite conversation with people, I decide to sit down for a bit. A waiter comes up to me, offering me a tray of full champagne glasses. I take one, smiling gratefully at him, and drink it in little sips. However, those little sips soon turn into gulps, and I am on my second glass in no time. I don't usually drink, but it's New Years Eve! I could use a little bit of fun, just for one night.
As I place my now empty glass on the table, I stand up, swaying a little. I stumble around the room, occasionally bumping into a few people here and there. I look around some more, and make my way up a flight of stairs.
I am still swaying; I must've drunk a bit more than I thought.
As I get to the top, I look around at the vast space around me. It kind of makes me not want to go back to my boxy apartment. I begin to hear muffled voices descending down the other end of the hallway, and they sound vaguely familiar. After listening intently for a few seconds, I can make out that the voice belong to none other than my boss, Mike, and his wife, Mimi. Great. Just what I need. My boss seeing me basically drunk.
I begin to panic, because if they see me, they will begin talking to me, and I will start to slur my words; resulting in them finding out I am a little bit drunk. What an impression that will make on them both!
I stumble into the nearest room I can find, closing the door and leaning against it, in relief.
"What're you doing in my room?" A male voice asks, making me turn around. I set my eyes on a blonde-haired boy, laying on his bed, looking at me quizzically.
"Uh, I.." I trail off, unsure off what to say. "Who are you?" I slightly slur, deciding to change the subject.
"Are you drunk?" He inquires, raising his eyebrows at me.
"Answer my question!" I demand, causing him to hold his hands up in surrender.
"Sorry. Well, I am Austin Moon, 17 going on 18. Who are you?"
"Ally, Ally Dawson!"
"Well Ally, may I ask what you're doing here?"
"I was invited Mike and Mimi's New Years Eve party! I am an employee of Mike's." I reply.
"Oh, you're one of those people." He rolls his eyes.
"What do you mean?" I question, confused and slightly offended.
"I mean, you're one of those people who like to make small talk, and drink champagne!"
"I am not! I am just a normal person, taking up an offer to not be alone on New Years!" I retort, crossing my arms over my chest.
He chuckles, and begins to walk closer. "Aw, does Ally Dawson have no friends?" He smirks. As he gets closer, I can make out the gold flecks in his brown eyes.
"No! I mean, yes! I mean.. I have friends!" He looks at me disbelievingly, making me roll my eyes. "Well, if you're so popular, why are you alone on New Years Eve?" I ask him, also smirking.
"Because, I want to be!" I raise my eyebrows at him. "No-one wants to be alone on New Years!"
From downstairs, I can hear the countdown beginning.
10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, Happy New Year!
I sigh, realising one thing; I am officially starting off the new year, single. I look at Austin, who is staring at me. "What?" I question, feeling uncomfortable and self-concious all of a sudden.
"Nothing.. it's just.. it is New Years, and you know what the tradition is at midnight..." He trails off. I stare at him blankly for a second, until I catch on.
"No way!" I state.
"Aw come on, just one kiss!"
"I don't know you!"
"You know my name, age, and I can tell you that I am your boss' son!"
"That would make it weirder!" I tell him, referring to the fact that he is my boss' son.
He sighs, and before I can even think, he kisses me. I am about to pull away, until I slowly start to sink into the kiss. It is soft, yet passionate.
And let me just say, that 'just a kiss', turned into something a little more than that...
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