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"Are you going to put on the tape or not?" Hamm demanded, becoming slightly frustrated. Woody had now been stood in front of the video player for a few hours now, waiting for the right time.

During the time, Hamm was able to search the internet until he was completely bored.

It was now ten at night.

"I'm waiting for the right time," Woody told him. "I want it to end just before the ball drops."

"Well, it's two hours until the ball drops and the match is two hours long," Hamm pointed out.

Woody's eyes widened slightly.

"It's ten PM?" Woody asked. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"Guess I just lost track of time," Hamm said sarcastically.

Woody let out a panicked shriek, before his hands trembled and he dropped the tape. He let out another yelp as he watched the tape collide with the surface, causing a heavy thump.

Hamm looked at Woody oddly.

"What the hell was that?" Hamm asked, slightly annoyed.

"Guess I just got over excited," Woody muttered, looking completely embarrassed.

"What about your little girly yelp at the end?"

Woody's jaw dropped open for a moment, as if he was trying to think of a good comeback, before his posture straightened.

"I was concerned for the tape, we'll be in trouble if Andy sees it broken," Woody said, before his eyes narrowed. "And besides, it wasn't a girly yelp it was a manly grunt."

Hamm's eyes rolled.

How many more times would he ever hear that excuse?

A few minutes later, Hamm managed to gather all of the male toys up (The ones that were left) and they began to watch the game.

They were hesistant, but they eventually allowed Jessie to sit and watch it with them.

Even though Jessie actually liked football, it wasn't the game that she was concerned with that night; she was wanting an excuse that would enable her to get closer to Buzz. She needed something that would lead up to the moment, if there ever was one.

"Who's playing again?" Jessie asked.

"The Eagles and the um...the Firestarters," Buzz answered.

"Oh," Jessie answered.

If Slinky and Rex hadn't been sat in between them, then Jessie would've scooted closer to the Space Ranger.

They were all sat in front of the small TV, so that meant some of them had to sit at the sides, to get a view of the game.

The match started off slow, but then became even more aggresive.

"Those football players are right sissy's," Jessie remarked.

"Why would you say that?" Woody asked, not directing his attention away from the game.

"Well they have helmets and all those pads on," Jessie continued. "They aren't playing the game properly."

"Yes they are," Woody answered.

"No they aren't,"

Hamm snorted.

"She's only saying that because she watched rugby the other week," Hamm pointed out.

"Well at least the players are sissy's," Jessie began, pouting slightly. "They don't wear any protection at all."

"That'd be a very good way to break a neck," Hamm went on. "English people are so awkward with all their 'ways of life.'"

After that conversation, they continued to watch the game, until someone tripped the over up, pretty badly.

"That's a dirty fowl!" Jessie yelled.

"No it ain't," Woody protested. "That was a completely fair tackle."

"Yeah..." Buzz muttered. "I agree."

"Wait, which team are y'all supporting?" Jessie asked.

"The Eagles," Everyone else said in unison.

She felt like an idiot, but was too stubborn to say otherwise.

"Oh...I was supporting the Firestarters."

"What?" Slinky asked in disbelief.

"How can you support them?" Rex asked.

"I thought everyone else was supporting that team," Jessie pointed out, she had to force herself not to blush.

"No," Woody stated. "Jess, you don't watch football at all do you?"

Jessie hesitated for a few moments, before she answered.

"No, but I like to watch it."

All the other toys sighed, before they continued to watch the game.

After around an hour, some of the others presumed that the match was not going anywhere, so they began to leave, one-by-one.

Rex was the first to go, followed by Slinky, Mr Potato-head and then Hamm.

After a while, Woody sighed, before he left, followed by Bullseye.

He guessed that the game wasn't going to be the perfect way to end the year.

And then there was only Buzz and Jessie left.

Unknowingly to Buzz, he scooted closer to the cow girl, who was sat at the edge of the back of the desk. Jessie also scooted towards him as well.

By then it was 11:57.

"So..." Buzz began, looking for a conversation starter. Exactly what Bo had told him to look for. "You enjoying the game?"

Jessie nodded.

"Can't believe there's only three minutes left of the year," She commented.

"Well, technically, it's two minutes and a bit,"

"Are you aware of a certain tradition that many follow right when the ball drops?" Jessie asked, subtly hinting at Buzz. She just had to hope that he'd pick it up.

"Which one?" Buzz asked, even though he had brief idea what she was talking of. "The spanish one where they have to eat one grapes after every bell chime or the one with the kiss."

30...29...28...27...26...

"Which one do you think I'm talking about?" Jessie muttered.

He had an idea and unknowingly to them, they started to lean towards each other.

The excitement of the noise that rose from the playing match intensified.

20...19...18...17...

Buzz was now able to feel her warm breaths on his cheeks. They were so close to each other.

They were still slowly leaning towards each other.

From the other side of the room, the rest of the toys began to chant a countdown.

"10...9...8...7...6..."

Cheers began to erupt from the TV screen, causing Buzz's eyes to lock on it.

Score!

A booming smile leapt Buzz's face as the Eagle's scored and he cheered, before fist pumping the air.

But he had accidently knocked Jessie in the process, and she let out a yelp as she fell down the back of the desk.

"3...2...1...Happy New Year's!" The rest of the toys yelled.

It took Buzz a few moments to notice that he knocked Jessie down the side of the desk and he mentally slapped himself.

He was sure to be in a whole lot of trouble.

Looking briefly over to Bo and Woody, Buzz saw them share a kiss and he swallowed a gulp. That could've been him and Jessie.

But Jessie spent the first moments of the year trapped behind the desk.

Yep...he certainly was in trouble.

A/N Poor Jessie. Bad Buzz! All she wanted was a kiss.

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