15 Years Old
The music began to slow into a dance and the lights dimmed magically over the dance floor. I shifted uncomfortably in the suit, pulling off the jacket and sitting down at the edge of the hall. I hated things like this. What was the point? Who was to say when a new year started?
Marie was standing a little away from me talking to Phil and Roger. Stuck up prick. She spotted me and motioned to come over. I pulled back shaking my head, refusing to go. She sighed and looked back at them, then told them to hold her drink. She flounced over and sat next to me. She looked ravishing, with her hair curled prettily to one side and a blue dress that fell across her knees.
"Not going to dance?" She asked.
I shook my head.
"Double negative," She smiled. "You're dancing." She grabbed my hand and tried pulling me up. I remained seated.
"I'd rather not," I said.
"You'd rather sit here, miserable, alone on New Years?"
"Yes, actually," I replied. Marie sighed and let her head fall against my shoulder. "Why not go and dance with Roger or Philip?" I asked. "They are more than ready for you."
"Not my type." She shrugged. "You love this song." She said pointedly.
"I am aware of this." I replied.
"So dance." She said grabbing my hand and yanking me up to the dance floor.
She slid her arms over my neck and tentatively I put my hands around her waist. She sighed and took my hands, putting them around to her back. We span in our silence for a minute. The music cut out and a booming voice echoed from the intercom.
"5... 4...3...2...1... HAPPY NEW YEAR!"
The entire hall burst into cheers and verses of Auld Lang Syne. I stared bleakly over at the happy couples around the room. Marie pulled me forward and let her lips fall on mine. I pulled back.
"Sherlock, it's tradition to kiss someone On New Years." Marie said.
"Dating from when?" I asked.
"Oh shut up," Marie stood on her tip toes and kissed again. "Happy new year, Sherlock."
I smiled. "May the years be happy"
"Man you're weird." She said.
"Thanks," I replied.