New Years

I stared hesitantly at the clock. I still had almost an hour until midnight and at the thought my stomach churned. I stared longingly at my friend, there was a red solo cup in his hand while with his free hand he ran his finger sloppily through his golden blonde hair. Freckles dusted his cheeks, and his green eyes sparkled in the dim party light. Well, I knew they were green anyway, to me they showed up as a dirty yellow, still beautiful in my book.

"George!" I caught his gaze and smiled. This morning he had jokingly said he was going to kiss me at midnight. I desperately wanted that to happen, but in the back of my mind, I knew that it was nothing more than a joke. To Dream, those flirty remarks came out easily, especially with friends. For me: Those remarks meant something to me when I said to them, and hearing them was even more important. I would think I was special, but I was just his regular friend. "Get over here, I have hardly seen you all night!" His voice was louder now because of alcohol; I bet he hardly even noticed.

"I've been on the sidelines. Parties arent really my thing." I said quietly, holding in a squeal when Dream put an arm over my shoulder. Shivers ran down my spine and I could feel the hairs on my neck rising.

"We'll head out soon. I can call an uber." I nodded slowly. Soon enough his arm fell from my shoulders and back at his side. I was able to slip away and find a drink. I grabbed a coke and pulled the tab, the can fizzing with energy. I took a sip, knowing that it needed some Jack. But I shook my head at that thought, getting drunk was not a good plan when I was somewhere I barely knew. And I did NOT want to embarrass myself in front of Dream, I knew that much.

About twenty minutes passed and I smiled when Dream came over to me looking beat. "Oh God, that is definitely enough social interaction for me. Get me the hell out of here." I chuckled and patted the spot next to me on the sofa.

"Uber will be here in five minutes. We going back to your place?" I asked looking over at him. He was mindlessly playing with his fingers. He nodded.

"Of course. You're only going to be here for two more weeks, paying for a hotel would be a bitch." I laughed, his words were rough and they slurred. His eyes were fluttering closed as he began to lean on my shoulder.

"Just making sure. Are you okay not being here when the ball drops?" He nodded against my shoulder.

"I don't care. Either way, I want to be next to you when it happens. Whether we're here or not; it doesn't bother me any." He was drunk enough that I could plant a worthless kiss on the top of his head. My nose filling with the scent of his shampoo. "Smelling my hair now?" He asked, I laughed against his head.

"Trying to comfort you. Want me to go back to being awkward?" He shook his head.

"No. I like this George." Dream smiled, his eyes fully closed. I helped him to his feet when I heard the ding of my phone, alerting me that the uber was here.

I pushed him into the backseat of the car and by the time we had gotten home he was wide awake after his power nap. His regular self resurfacing as he sobered up. When we walked through his front door we both looked at the clock. One minute until the ball dropped.

We counted down with the second hand.

"Three..." The words echoed in my head. Coming into my ears as muffled voices.

"Two..." I looked at Dream and he looked back. His eyes were full of something I couldn't name. There were dark but so gentle when he looked at me.

"One!!" My heart fluttered and it felt like there was a euphoric feeling in my chest. The idea of the past year flying past me. Huge Subscriber Milestones, fans, fanarts, new friends. It was a gemstone hidden in the deepest darkest cave. To be a part of something like this, to influence people as I do. Even in the mess of the world right now, I could see the beauty in 2020.

I reached over and kissed Dream's cheek. He pulled me into a hug, whispering softly into my ear. "Happy New Year." I pulled away, his hands still lingering on my hips. I wondered if I should move. I should run and hide, to tell him I was going to bed. I didnt. I stared at him, wondering what he was thinking.

Slowly I felt his lips on my own. I smiled into the kiss.

"Happy New Year," I whispered softly to him.