Disclaimer:: Don't own it
A/N:: just a quick little story I wrote while I was Clue online.
Sara's POV
It's New Year's eve, I have the night off, so that's why I'm just sitting in my apartment alone. I watch the tv and watch as various music artists hit the stage, with most of them being horrible. The only person I have to talk to and make fun of them is to my bottle of tequila. After a couple of hours the tequila bottle isn't my best friend anymore. A knock come to the door. I slowly go to the door in my pj's. A pair of black draw string sweats and a tank top.
I answer the door, and there stands Nick. He's all smiles and holds a 12 pack of Budweiser in his hand. "Hey Nick."
"Thought that you wouldn't want to be alone."
"You thought right." I let him into my apartment, then quietly shut the door. "So you want to sit?" We both sat on my couch and Nick handed me a beer and saw the bottle of tequila on the floor.
"Looks like you started without me."
"Thought I was going to be alone on New Years' again." I mumbled, opening my can.
"Not this year." Nick put his arm around me. Rested my head on his shoulder, and we watched the tv in a comfortable silence. Eventually right after the ball dropped I fell asleep, and the last thing I remember, was Nick kissing my forehead. "Happy New Year Sar."