Happy New Year to you guys! I'm slightly late with this, but who cares. I hope that 2016 will be amazing for all of you!

Here you go, a little thing I wrote. Fluff, and a bit of drama.

And yet again:

1. This chapter is a special. The plot doesn't move forward.

2. It takes place before the events of the story, on 31th December 2014 - 1st January 2015.

3. It's not necessary for you to read it. Nothing important for the main plot will happen, so if you don't want to read it, you don't have to, as it's just a filler.

Enjoy~

(by the way, new chapter will hopefully be up soon, I'm just greatly stuck, but I'm working on it, so just be patient please)

New Year's Eve always meant smoke, fireworks, champagne and staying up till morning. Which was pretty okay by me, as I had a habit on staying up till early morning hours since I started high school, basically. The smell of sulfur from all of the fireworks that people fired for the entire day was quite annoying, but I could manage, as I didn't go out of house as much, mostly because it was cold. This year, I was spending the New Year's at home, since Feliks was visiting. We weren't doing anything interesting for the whole day, we just played video games in my room. When the clock on my wall showed eleven thirty, we turned off the console and went outside. I lived in the suburbs, but I knew the perfect place to watch the fireworks from. It was quite far away, but we weren't in hurry.

"Can't believe 2015 is almost here. I almost feel like I'm not ready for it." I said, as we were walking. We were holding hands, as there was no one on the streets right at the moment. We didn't show affection in public, since Feliks really disliked it. And since he was already uncomfortable in crowded places, I never wanted to make him even more anxious. But, at New Year's, half of Vilnius was pretty much empty, as everyone was either partying inside, or waiting for the firework show in the center of the city.

"There's nothing to be ready for, really." he responded. "Tomorrow won't be that different from today. Sure, the date is changed, but what is so important about that? The date is always changing in some way, yet there isn't really that much change to our lives. We're changing December to January, but that's the same as we'd be changing March to April. Except the very last number of the year will be different. Sure, it's whole another year ahead of us, but what it is to celebrate? That the world is getting older and is closer to its end? Such a gorgeous occasion to party." he finished with sarcasm. Quite typical of him, to object the opinion of society.

"You should stop analyzing everything so much. It's a whole new year. It's an occasion to forget about everything bad from this year, and hope for better. Tomorrow is like a fresh start, a chance to reset, to be a better person, to do better things, to try something new. There are things we'll have to face, people we'll have to meet, tears we'll have to shed, smiles we'll have to force, words we'll have to speak. New year is a whole twelve months of something new waiting for us." I turned my head towards him with a smile.

"And I'm the only one analyzing everything?" Feliks returned the gesture, tightening the grip on my hand.

"You're just so pessimistic. Try to think that things will be happy for once."

"I don't think that's possible for me." he mumbled. His smile disappeared, and his gaze met the pavement.

"What do you mean?" I was quite worried by that, to be honest. Feliks was a type of person that usually didn't share his feelings with other people. If there was something bothering him, or upsetting him, he'd never tell me. I had to figure it out by myself, and if I knew what was the reason of him being sad, he'd still try to convince me that he was fine, and it was just my imagination. I was always the one that worried about everything, that was just who I was. And I think it was pretty normal for me to be worried about him, since I loved him.

"It's just..." he looked like he wanted to say something, but he didn't. He then sighed, turning his head to look at me again, smiling lightly. "Nothing, really. I guess I'm just a type to think more pessimistic than optimistic, that's all."

"Are you sure?" I asked, and stopped walking. "You know you can tell me anything."

"I do. But it's really nothing."

"You looked upset about something for a while."

"It's just your imagination, I'm perfectly fine." see? He always said that, whether it was true or not.

"Alright. If you say so." I decided to give up. I wouldn't get it out of him anyway, he was too stubborn. We walked in silence for the rest of the way. We got to the park, which was placed near a big hill, which was our destination. There was a little stone gazebo on the top of it, which was surrounded by trees. Not many people knew about this place, I discovered it very recently myself.

"A park? That's where you wanted to go?" Feliks asked, looking around.

"Yes, and no. We're not quite there yet."

"We've only got ten minutes though."

"That's more than enough." we arrived at the top of the hill few minutes later. Feliks's eyes completely lit up as he saw the view of the city. We both sat at the balustrade, our hands still intertwined together.

"How did you even find this place? The view's just phenomenal." he said, looking around the whole area.

"I was just walking around, and I guess I somehow stumbled upon it."

"You can see the entire city."

"That's why I wanted to come here. It's perfect for viewing the fireworks. And.." I looked up an hour on my phone."...it seems like we're here just in time, it's about two minutes left, or even less."

"So, what are we doing now?"

"There is a thing I always wanted to try. We have a superstition going around here. If you kiss your loved one at the stroke of midnight at New Year's, you ensure that you'll be together for the next twelve months. If you don't get the kiss, that means the whole year of loneliness, or that your relationship isn't going to get through the next year."

"That's just a cheap excuse for a kiss."

"Don't you think it's romantic? To promise each other that we'll be together for the next year as well?"

"I'm not the one to be romantic. That's your job in this relationship."

"Still, even if it's cheesy and cheap, I want to try it."

"So, you're basically saying you want to be stuck with me for yet another year of your life? Isn't two and a half years with me more than enough for you?" he brought himself closer to me. I put one of my hands around his waist, and the other one on his cheek stroking it lightly. We were only few centimeters apart. I could see the lights from the city reflecting in his eyes. He was slightly biting his lip, I noticed, as my gaze was once on his eyes, then on his lips, and again back on his eyes.

"Enough?" I whispered as I was slowly bending over. "Even spending the whole eternity with you wouldn't be enough for me." then, from our right side, there was a loud sound of fireworks, countless colours exploding in the sky, brightening Feliks's eyes. We both leaned in. I closed my eyes, and then I felt his warm lips on mine. The kiss was just a gentle brush up against each other's lips, and then we parted. I sighed, and took my hand of his cheek, grabbing his hand instead.

"I love you." I said, smiling. The corners of mouth instantly went up, creating a faint smile.

"I love you too." Feliks answered. He then turned his head back to the landscape of the city. I did so as well. We both watched the fireworks in silence for few minutes. He then rested his head on my shoulder. We were sitting there, completely quiet, until the fireworks were completely gone, and that happened good twenty minutes after midnight.

"So, any New Year's resolutions? Or wishes?" he asked, still in the same position.

"I'd love to have more free time. Less school, and practice."

"Would you know how to spend that time?"

"With you." he sighed, putting his head up from my shoulder.

"That isn't really possible." he said, looking straight ahead, at the city. I rolled my eyes, standing up. His pessimism could be really annoying. Especially as I was optimistic most of the time. People say that opposites attract, but sometimes it really got into my nerves, how he could not think the same way I did. "You know how far apart we live."

"And here you go again. It isn't like things always have to be the worst. Can't you think that something good can happen for once? Do you always have to be like that?"

"Like what? Myself?" he stood up as well, standing opposite me.

"Exactly. It's goddamn irritating how you always need to have your own, different way of thinking. You never can agree with something that everyone else agrees with, no, you just have to ruin the opinion of normal people. And you always have to turn good into bad, happy into sad. Did somebody ever tell you how much you're able to bring anyone's mood down? Because someone really should. You just cannot be happy, no, you have to play depressed and make sure everyone around you is feeling like shit, just because you're yourself. You should at least fucking try. You told me so many times you can't fit it because of your anxiety and all of that. That's not the problem. You'll never fit it if you continue to act like such a bitch, always ruining everyone's mood. If you just tried to fit in. But you won't, because you just have to be the special one, the weird one, don't you? You always have to be. Every time I'm talking about something good, you just have to rant about how I'm wrong, how all of that logical and depressing bullshit you're saying is the right reasoning. Every fucking time you just have to do that. Sure, go ahead, be that kind of guy all you fucking want. No wonder everybody thinks you're a freak." I haven't even thought through what I was saying, all of that just came out on its own. I was breathing quickly and angrily, waiting for him to say something, anything. But he kept still. I finally decided to look at him. His eyes, half lidded, were directed at the ground. He was crying. Tears were quickly falling down his cheeks. He was also biting his lip hardly, and his hands were curled into fists.

"So that's what you really think of me, huh?" he said, his voice shaking, but even though he was crying, he didn't look sad. He looked hurt, and that was so much worse than 'sad'. "I think I should just go. Who normal would want someone like me to be with them, right? I'm... I guess you're right. I'm pathetic. I-I'm sorry for everything I ever said. I-I... I'm... I should.., I'm just going to go." and then he turned around, and just walked away. I stood there like paralyzed, not knowing what the hell should I do. Then, after like an eternity, my brain finally realized what I said.

Shit. Oh my God, I fucked up. I fucked up so much. Christ, why did I even say all of that, God, I'm such an idiot.

I decided that just standing there wasn't the smartest thing ever, so I immediately ran the path that Feliks and I walked before, almost falling down few times. When I was at the bottom of the hill, where there was less trees, and the main path to the park was visible, I realized that I had no goddamn clue where to look him.

Did he go back home? What if he didn't? He doesn't know this place as well as I do, what if he gets lost? Jesus, why couldn't I just keep my mouth shut..

I decided to check if he was in my house, which was the most possible, yet I wasn't hundred percent sure that he was there. I basically ran the way back, and when usually it took twenty minutes to get to my house from that park, I needed max ten to be there. Good think that my basketball coach always told us to ran few laps before the practice, otherwise I would be dead after half of the way here. I waited a little before I entered, because I was completely out of breath. In the kitchen, which was visible from the corridor because it lacked doors, was my mom, and my brothers (which was pretty surprising, since they weren't able to stay up till this hour on last year).

"Oh, Toris, you're back quickly. I thought you'll be back after one." my mother said, smiling at me. "There's champagne, if you want some. Since you're basically eighteen now, I think I can allow it."

"No, thanks. Uhm.." I had no clue how should I say this. Something like 'hey mom, I just basically told Feliks that he's completely horrible and I hate him, I made him cry and yet he apologized to me and then ran away. Is he here?' would probably cause my mom to hate me forever. "Is Feliks here, by any chance?"

"Upstairs. He came back just a while ago. Who did you run into?"

"What?"

"Feliks said that you met one of your friends on your way back here, and he didn't want to be a burden, so he left you to talk. Sweet of him, but you shouldn't let him go alone, he could get lost. So, who was that?"

"Oh, right. Um, you don't know him, that's.. a new guy from our team. He just wished me happy new year and everything. If you don't mind, I'm going to go."

"You won't spend even a while with your family on the New Year's?" I kind of have to try and save my relationship, thank you very much.

"Sorry mom, but I'm really tired, I want to go to bed already." I said, smiling apologetically. Then I went upstairs, thinking what should I say to Feliks. Would he even want to hear what I had to say? Probably not. I had to try though, I'd hate more every single day for the rest of my life if what had happened today would cause my relationship with him to be over. I stood in front of the door to my room for five minutes, before I decided to just get over it and come in. It was my room, after all. Feliks was there, sitting in front of his suitcase. His hair, which was put in a ponytail before, was now loose, covering the side of his face, so I couldn't see his expression.

"What are you doing?" I asked, before I could think of anything else. Really smooth, Toris, great work. You should beg him on your knees to forgive you right away, not start a casual conversation, you idiot.

"Packing." he answered quietly.

"But your plane is on Sunday, you don't have to do that yet."

"There's one tomorrow morning as well. And, since you don't want me here.." you don't even know how much worse about myself that sentence made me feel. ".. I should be gone from here as quick as possible, right?" I went towards him, and sat next to him, closing the suitcase, which made him look at me.

"Listen.. I-.. I'm .. I.. I really didn't mean to say that, I'm so sorry. I was angry, and annoyed, and I'm just a goddamn idiot. I'm so sorry. I know you probably hate me, I hate myself as well, but please, let me fix it. I seriously didn't mean any of that, I'm sorry. " he was quiet for a while, but then his gaze met mine again.

"You know what will happen if you throw a glass on the floor?"

"Yeah.."

"What?"

".. It'll break."

"If you say sorry to it, will it go back to the way it was before?"

oh...

"Listen. I'm not saying that I don't take your apology. I really appreciate that you actually said you're sorry, because I wasn't expecting it. I just want you to know that it hurt. Whether you meant it or not, it hurt. And it hurt even more because you were the one to say those things, because I love you. And I meant it, every singe time I said it. And you... I-.. I don't know what to think anymore. One moment you say you love me, then you basically say that you hate that I'm myself, and now you come back and say you're sorry. I'm confused. I don't know what you said was true and what wasn't. I'm afraid to know which was which."

"I really do love you." I said, my gaze dropping to my knees. "I have loved you since the very first moment I looked into your eyes, and I really meant it every single time I said it to you. I didn't want to say such horrible things to you. Really. I was just annoyed because you were saying the truth, and I dislike it because it's not the way I want it to be. You always speak the truth, it's just that it isn't as cheerful as I wish it would be. And I didn't like that. I don't realize what I say when I'm mad, you know that. I didn't want to hurt you, I never did. I love you, your personality. And everything I said about you was just stupid. You might not be an optimist like I am, but that doesn't mean that you're worse. You just have a different point of view, and no one should hate you because of that. I am really, truly sorry for everything I said about you. And, I get that just saying this doesn't change that I hurt you, but I want you to know that I really never meant to do that. I'd never hurt you on purpose. I hurt you now, which wasn't on purpose, and it happened because I'm an idiot. And.. I'm really sorry." I was still looking down, because I was simply scared of looking at Feliks. I was scared of being rejected.

"You know, if you were someone else, I'd just nicely break up with you and offer being friends again, but I won't. Even if you did hurt me, and honestly, I seriously thought that you meant everything you said until you came back,.. I don't want those two years to go to waste just because of something like that." I looked up, and I saw he was smiling at me.

"Does that mean you forgive me?"

"I do. But let me make this clear, I forgive you, but I won't forget what happened." I smiled back at him, and sighed with relief.

"That's fine by me. I knew you won't just jump straight into my arms and forgive me just like that. I know that I need to atone for all of that."

"There's still few days for you to do that. You can start now and bring us some ice cream from downstairs."

"Hey, when did I agree on being your butler?"

"When you said all those mean words and hurt my poor innocent heart"

"... Okay, I will do that, but no way in hell I'll just do whatever you say."

"You will."

"No I won't."

"I've got my ways."

"They won't work."

"We'll see about that"