Two minutes before midnight.
Our protagonist is laying on a table with a cocktail in her hand at Jasmine and Nick's New Year Bash. It was a big one, since the year was 2020. The final year of Donald Trump being president. What a time to be alive. So Nick and Jasmine, the crazy partiers that they are, decided to throw a huge party to celebrate. They also got booze. How illegal.
Miranda, the previously mentioned protagonist, is drunk off of cocktails, because she's a fucking lightweight who can't hold her alcohol. And this certain lightweight is staring at a certain man with a tripod. David. Her longtime crush. His black hair, his kinda sorta tan skin, his dark soulless intimidating eyes, the way he handled that tripod….it all drew her in like a beacon. A beacon who thinks she's an awkward person who says his opinion doesn't matter, and who doesn't know how to give a fucking hug. He was standing by himself, playing Minecraft on his phone. "How adorable," Miranda thinks to herself.
One minute before midnight
Nick and Jasmine slink over to her side.
"SomeBODY once told me!" Jasmine shouts in her ear. Miranda hardly flinches. She's dealt with this for 4 years now.
"Heyyyyy Miranda. You should go up and talk to him. Oh, you should do the thing. The thing at midnight. Where you kiss someone. Yeah. You should do that." Nick says.
"Whaaaat? How could I possibly do that?" She slurs.
"Well," Jasmine states, "You're obviously hammered. Just do it."
"...Yaaaahhhhh. I'll do it." Miranda says decisively, getting off of the table and stumbling towards him.
"Well, that's my cue to go! I got a man to kiss!" Nick says before racing over to his boyfriend of two years, Brandon.
"Boytoys." Jasmine snorts.
30 seconds before midnight
"Heyyyyy hot stuff. How you doin'?" Miranda drunkenly flirts.
"Um. Are you ok? You're kinda about to fall over." David replies with mild concern, too busy mining for those diamonds.
"Ohhhh, I'm fiiinnneeee, sugar…..oh, honey honey…."
15 seconds before midnight
"I'm gonna do something. I'll do it. I've been practicing with my pillow for 4 years. I can do it." She mumbles out.
"You're gonna do wha-"
5!
4!
3!
2!
1!
Miranda smashes her lips onto David's, as he drops his overpriced phone in surprise. After the initial shock, he wraps his arms around her and returns the kiss. She tastes like alcohol and….skittles? Taste the drunk rainbow, baby.
"HAPPY NEW YEAAARRRRRR!"
Miranda breaks the kiss by accidentally falling asleep. She won't remember this in the morning.
"...Well. Ok. That happened." He pries her arms off of him, and picks her up princess style. He carries her over to one of her only friends that he has any respect for, Jasmine.
"Ok. What do I do with her. She kissed me and kinda fell asleep. Please take her." He pleas.
"Eh. Sure." Jasmine grunts before effortlessly picking her up and delivering her to her room in the basement. Miranda had a strange love for the smell of basements. After these events the party ends, and everyone goes home. Except Brandon. He stays over to make sweet love to his lover Nick. And thus another year begins.
~Extra~
January 1st, 2020, 2 pm.
Miranda awakens from her slumber, with a roaring headache.
"What the hell happened last night?" She grumbles. Leaning over, she grabs her phone. Turning it on, she notices 1 missed call, and 3 new text messages from….David. "Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit…" She opens up messenger quickly to see the texts.
hey, how are feeling?
you did some crazy stuff last night. you got drunk, called me hot, and kissed me. it was pretty rad. give me a call sometime.
later.
She screams.