It was the morning of December 31st in the Loud House, and everyone from the parents to the children had plans to ring in the new year. There was one person, however, who didn't understand what all the fuss was about.

"Ok, tell me again, Lincoln; what is New Years Eve?" Colin asked Lincoln as he prepared to head out.

"Colin, I've explained it to you about 8 times now. It's the night before the first day of the year."

"I know that, chico, but why is it such a big deal? I never really cared about it when I was in San Diego..."

"Because it's the start of new beginnings! New experiences!"

"New experiences? New beginnings? Really? You can start your life over on any day! Not to mention that "new experiences" don't all happen on January 1st."

"Ok, well, the calender ends on December 31 and starts again on January 1st. Don't blame me for that."

"Whatever you say, Linc," he chuckled as he prepared to head to the store. Last night he had been asked by his friend Bobby to get the customary drink for the night: non alcoholic sparkling grape juice. He would have never guessed that that even existed if he hadn't been told, but he just assumed that you learn something new every day.

"You coming, chico?" He asked over his shoulder as he opened the door.

"Nah, I'll stay here. I finally have the latest edition of Ace Savvy come in the mail! Ace Savvy and the case of the Hamilton Highwayman. And believe me, I am not throwing away my shot at reading it!"

"Eh, suit yourself, bud. Call if you need anything," he said as he closed the door and walked to the store.

45 Minutes Later...

"Ok, what exactly would sparkling grape juice look like?" Colin asked as he scoured the shelves looking for the beverage. He finally saw a display at the front of the store with a couple of bottles. Just as he grabbed them, however, his phone began to rang.

"Hello?"

"Colin! I need a favor, bud!" The voice of Mr Loud said.

"What do you need?"

"Well, I was supposed to get champagne for the party that me and Rita are going to tonight, but I completely forgot about it. Think you could help a guy out and pick up some for me?"

"Uh, don't you have to be 21 to buy alcohol?"

"Colin, when I first met you, you probably could've passed off as a 30 year old man. It shouldn't be a problem."

"Alright, then. See you at home," he said as he hung up and went to the alcohol aisle.

That Night, 9:30 P.M...

"Hurry up, Colin! We're gonna be late!"

"Good god, Luna, I'm going as fast as I can! Give me a minute!"

"What's taking you so long?"

"I have to cornrow my hair!"

"Colin, you've been doing that since 6!"

"It takes a long time! I have a lot of hair!" His hair had mostly grown back after "the Lola incident" (it was to painful for Colin to describe,) and there was just enough left for him to cornrow like he used to.

"How does it look, Leni?" He asked his sister, who was the one actually doing the cornrowing.

"It looks totes great! Like, the best job I've ever done on anyone's hair!"

"Good to hear! Is it almost done?"

"Just give me another minute, and it should be done!"

"Aweso- wait, you DID hear me say I wanted it cornrowed, right?"

"Of course! Why wouldn't you want it cornrowed?"

"Well, Leni, you do have a tendency to mishear things..."

"Oh, Colin. I don't mess around when doing someone's hair. There's more in my head than air, you know."

"Good to hear that," he muttered under his breath as he heard a car pull up in front of the house.

"COLIN! OUR RIDE IS HERE!" Lori shouted up the stairs to Cthe teen.

"I'M COMING! Just give me a minute!" He yelled as Leni put the finishing touches on his hair.

"Well, if you aren't down here soon, we're leaving! And don't forget the drinks on the table!"

"You done, Leni?"

"Yep! You can leave now!" She said as Colin quickly stood up.

"Here's a tip," he said as he handed her a nickel and ran downstairs. He raced into the kitchen, grabbed a bag from the table, and sprinted to the car.

That Night, 10:30 P.M...

"Alright, who's ready for the new year?" Lynn Sr said to his wife and friends at the party they'd been invited to. There were only a few people, but it was still festive enough for the alcohol.

"I sure am!" Someone piped up. "I'm sick of hearing about this stupid election! And Brexit, and Aleppo, and ISIS!"

"Don't forget about San Bernandino! Or Flint!"

"Now how could we forget about Flint? We were saving all of our gallon jugs to fill with water to send over there!"

"And we lost David Bowie, Gene Wilder, Muhammad Ali, and Prince! How could we lose Prince?!"

"Don't forget about Alan Rickman. Or Nancy Reagan. Or George Michael. Or America. They all died too." Mrs Loud chimed into the conversation.

"Well, I say that we just get it over with right now! Let's open the champagne!"

As everyone stated their agreement, Mr Loud popped the bottles open and poured everyone a glass. He then proposed a toast.

"To 2016... F*ck you," he casually said as they all took a swig.

"Hey, this champagne tastes weird..."

"Yeah, somethings different here..."

"This isn't champagne! It's sparkling grape juice!"

"What?" He said as he looked at the bottles. "It is sparkling grape juice! But I could've sworn I got us champagne!"

"Dear, you must have mixed the bags up and grabbed the wrong one."

"But if the grape juice is here, then who has the champagne?"

Meanwhile, At Jims House...

"And theen I said to him, GO F*CK YOURSELF!" Colin said to everyone's amusement. The party was in full swing, and everyone had a at least a drink of the grape juice that Colin had brought. Except for Colin. He had just finished his 15th shot.

"Booy, I had a grreat idea openning the graape juice early!" He thought as he stumbled over to his girlfriend.

"Luuna! God, DAMN, chica, you're hot toonight!"

"Colin? Are you OK?"

"Nnnever bettter, sweet cheeks! I feel like an angel! Speaking of that, I CAN FREAKING FLY!" he yelled as he got up on the couch, but Luna stopped him just in time.

"Colin, are you drunk?"

"Noo way, Lunaa! I'm only on mmy 3rd shoot! Cmon, how about some more graape juice?!"

"Love, why don't you go sit down somewhere?"

"Bbabe, it's almost mmidnnight! I would never miss smooching me Novia oon the new yyear!"

"Where did you get the booze from, Colin?" She asked seriously as she took another shot of "Grape Juice."

"I ddont knnow, the bbar?"

"Love, go lay down for a while. You'll feel better, then."

"Wwhatevver you ssay, baaby," he mumbled as he passed out on other couch.

1 Hour Later...

"Dude, wwake up! It's aalmost midnight!"

Colin woke up to see Luna standing over him, obviously a little tipsy.

"Luna! Yoou said it's mmidnight?" He asked, still a little drunk.

"Helll yeah, ddude! In, llike, 10 secconds!"

They heard the clock chime midnight, and the people both in the house and in NYC were celebrating the ball dropping. Confetti was thrown, whistles were blown, and 2017 glasses were donned by almost everyone at the party.

"Welll, HAPPPY NEW YYEAR!" he shouted as he got up and tried to walk over to the TV.

"Colin?"

"Hhuh?"

"You do knnow you're suppposed to kiss mee, rightt?"

"Huh? I mmean, Yeeah. Here ya go," he said as he kissed her on the cheek.

"Oh, cmoon, Loove! You can do better thaan that!"

"I caa-" he began to ask before Luna pulled him in for a kiss. They stayed like that for a while, until Colin stood up and said, "doont ya think wee should move it into the beedroom? If you're thinkiing what I'm thiinking-"

"Leets go, then!" She said as they went into the nearest room avalible. They then proceeded to do stuff that I'm going to assume that you know what it is, but I'm not going to include it because I don't want to make this M rated. Tell me what your least favorite memory of 2016 was in the comments, if you want. This is getting interesting, I'll tell ya. Reviews and follows are always appreciated. Thank you for reading.