A/N: So I know that ya'll probably are thinking how I can write a new fanfic when I haven't updated 'Because it feels good' in like forever? I honestly have no answer … I just know that I'm busy like hell, and you'll have to wait for that update for a while. But I didn't give up on it! Most definitely not. I just really wanted to write this fic. I got the idea just a couple of hours ago and I got my head out of my stupid law book to write it for you guys. Consider it a New Year's present ;-) Normally this should be a oneshot. But you never know, if you like it I might consider writing a few more chapters. Don't forget to review! Cheers everyone and a happy new year
The club was buzzing. Bodies were moving to the newest beats that were being scratched by the DJ. It was the hottest place in town with the hottest persons in town. Yet I couldn't feel anymore drained then I already felt. It was New Year's eve and I was spending it with Spinner. Yes Spinner, as in Honey Bee-Furby-Spinner. I must've been drugged when I agreed to do this. Yes the club was hot, the atmosphere was fucking unbelievable, but Spinner?
Don't get me wrong, I like him. Just not the way he likes me ... I was supposed to be getting into the new year with a fresh start, a clean slate, a new me. And I end up spending it with my High School-main squeeze. Way the go Paige! The worst thing about the night was probably yet to come: the midnight kiss. Off course Spinner being Spinner, will not settle for the quick friendly peck on the lips. He was probably expecting a full-on make-out session. He firmly believes that Queen Bee and Honey Bee are reunited, and he's not the only one. Practically all of my friends have been giving me calls congratulating and notifying my of their excitement for rekindling my love with 'The One'. Boy were they wrong …
I couldn't help but feel nauseas when he started grinding into me and giving me the 'I want you'-look. I wonder if he's familiar with the 'I want to gag'-look and ponder whether I should try it out on him. I discard the thought and simple settle for a fabricated smile and tell him that I was thirsty. Spin being the gentleman he is, says to stay where I was and immediately went to fetch us some drinks. He's a sweet guy, he really is. And he's a great friend and, yeah well, that's pretty much where the story end. I get a little uncomfortable by all the sweaty bodies that are surrounding me, practically having vertical sex and I decide to move towards the back. Spin probably wouldn't find me directly, which is a good thing since it was only ten more minutes for midnight and I really wasn't into kissing him dearly right now or ever for that matter.
You're probably wondering why the hell I'm making such a big deal about this 'midnight kiss'. I mean why can't I simply make-out with him for a minute and be done with it? The answer is simple: I just can't … Midnight kisses are supposed to be special. It's the kiss that knits the old year with the new one. The kiss that would shape my love-life for the entire next year. The kiss that would swipe me off my feet and bring me into frenzy. The kiss that brings you into heaven for a couple of moments right before you land back on the ground with a loud thud. As in importance, it was right up there with the sweetness of your very first kiss with somebody and the bitterness of your very last kiss with that same person. I couldn't possibly share that moment with Spinner. It wasn't fair to him, and it wasn't fair to me.
Midnight was getting closer and closer and Spin finally spotted me from across the room. He a gave me a little nod of acknowledgement and started making his way through the mass, carefully trying not to spill the drinks. I sighed loudly at the prospect of kissing him when suddenly all the lights went off … Murmurs quickly filled the club, as everyone tried to understand what was happening. I guess Y2K waited 7 years to finally make it's appearance. Slightly relieved, I kept leaning against the wall, casually waiting for the lights to go back on when I felt someone slip their hand into mine and lead me away. I reluctantly knew that it wasn't Spinner.
I was brought to a corner of the club that was deserted and was quickly pinned to the wall. I squinted my eyes as I desperately tried to see who it was but the obscurity wasn't helping my cause. The mystery person put their hands on my waist and leaned in to me, pressing the whole of their body into mine. This definitely wasn't Spinner, or he must've held a couple secrets from me. This person was a girl …
When it looked like the lights weren't going to go on any time soon, the crowd decided to make the best of it and start the countdown anyway. With each number that was said, I felt her hot breath coming closer and closer. My heart pulse was uncontrollable. My breathing quickened. My jeans? Well, let's just say that laundry-day will be happening a little earlier this week. The last second off the year finally passed, and her lips ultimately met mine. The kiss started out gentle, and the touch was lingering. There was a small hesitation on both parts, as if we were both taking our time the memorize the feeling of that very first touch. It was precious, tender, intimate and so full of love.
It was at that moment that the fragile girl in me found herself her true soul mate. A soul mate with no name and no face, but a soul mate it was. The kiss heatened and I wanted to capture her lips with desperate urgency. Unifying our souls and our love with our mouths. I slightly parted my lips and our tongues met in a dazzling dance. Caressing each other, exploring each others mouth trying to find that buried treasure that we hid so well. The blood was rushing furiously through my veins, my breath was coming in shorts gasps. Overwhelmed and overpowered by an emotion that I never felt before. Our hands wandered under each others shirts, frantically trying to feel the heat that was radiated from our skin. It was like a dream, and just like any other dream it had to come to an end. Our lips parted and I let out a whined moan, realising that I might never get to feel that sensation again. She leaned back into me and brought her mouth to my ear.
"Happy New Yeas" she whispered huskily before backing up and letting our fingers touch slightly before she left completely. I was dazed. Dazed by her mystifying touch. A touch that was so pure, yet so innocent. A touch that made my heart ache of desire. A touch that made me yearn a person I didn't even know.
I was brought out of my bemused state as the lights flickered back on and the music started playing again. I instantly spotted a worried Spinner making his way over to me.
"I've been looking the whole place for you. I thought you left?"
" No I didn't I just .. stood in the corner waiting for the lights the flicker back on."
Waiting for reality to strike back in.
He continues his monologue on how he was searching for me and was upset that we couldn't kiss our way into the new year. I just nod absentmindlingly , as I scan the place to find my mystery kisser. Was it the blonde that was humping in-between the two jocks? The redhead that was downing the vodka at the bar? Or the brunette that was trying to ignore a guy who was desperately trying to get her attention ?
But all of them fade as I see her. I instantly now it's her. Not a singly hair on my head that doubts it. I look at her and take every inch of her in. Dark hair, smoking hot body, perfect face. She notices and stares right back, piercing her chocolate eyes into mine. Without me not even perceiving it I find myself being pulled on the dance-floor by Spinner. Producing his lame dance moves all over again, I see her forming an amused half-smirk a take sip of her beer. Spin keeps on dancing with me but my eyes and my mind never dart from hers. My body was on the dance floor, but my soul was with her.
It's crazy how strong the sexual tension can be felt, seeing how she's on the opposite part of the club with hundreds of teenagers parting us. My mystery kisser was my biggest foe. Battles I had won, battles she had won. Wars we had fought. Love we were going to make …
My New Year's resolution contained two words: Alex Nuñez.