I do not know why I accidently make these so sad. It just happens sometimes...all the times...
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Isabelle Hutcherson: Thank you! But I think this one is probably sadder...oops... ;)
angelcarstairs4679: Ha! So true! I hadn't thought of that!
The Maze Writer: Thanks! And yeah, that was the goal! Glad I was able to make it better for you!
thepandabella: Thank you! I'm happy you liked it! Always glad to write a Minho chappie! I love him!
The young child toddled through the mass of adults. He'd left the play area to the slouching, sleepy children already nodding off.
It was the best day of the year.
The New Year's Eve party.
His parents threw one every year and invited the entire block. He smiled, parking himself at the snack table. He grabbed a fistful of strawberries and dunked his entire hand into the chocolate fountain. The hot liquid captivated him, running down his arm.
Then he pulled it back and stuffed the fruit into his mouth. His other arm gravitated towards the cheese fondue, and soon he was happily scarfing down everything in sight.
A punch bowl glittered in the orange lamplight. He drank straight from the giant spoon, noticing an odd burning feeling in his throat. It didn't quite taste like how he remembered fruit punch to be.
"Oh my goodness!" A feminine voice squealed. His older sister, Nari, grabbed onto the nearest adult.
"Mom! Look what Chucky's doing!"
Chuck's mom gasped and hauled him up and away from the table.
"How many times do I have to tell you not to come over here?" She sighed, smiling, "Stay upstairs with the other kids. Okay?"
"Why?" Chuck hiccupped, giggling.
"Because some of these things aren't for kids," His mom scolded lightly.
Chuck nodded, lowering his head in shame. He didn't understand why the adults were allowed to have as much as they wanted and he wasn't, but he didn't mind it too much.
"Sorry mommy," He said.
She kissed his cheek and set him back down, ruffling his curls. Chuck wandered back towards the stairs. The upstairs was quieter, and he avoided the play room entirely. He walked into his room instead and gasped.
Brown, mousy hair peeked out from under his covers. Chuck approached it wearily. The hair was attached to a tanned, chubby face. It was a girl. And Chuck's worst enemy.
"Abby..." He poked the girl uncertainly.
"Abby wake up! This is my bed!"
Hazel eyes fluttered open.
"Hi Chucky!"
"Get off my bed!" Chuck groaned, stomping his feet. Abby smiled, revealing two missing teeth.
"It's not comfy in the other room!"
"Get off Abby!"
Abby grabbed Chuck's hand and forced him to sit on the bed.
"I will if you kiss me!" She giggled and bulged her eyes. Chuck shook his head furiously, cheeks reddening.
"But I don't like you."
"That's okay. I like you!" Abby winked clumsily.
Chuck crossed his arms. He did not like Abby. At all. No matter what anyone said.
"Get off my bed!" He demanded.
"Fine," Abby screwed up her face and slapped Chuck on his shoulder. She got off the bed and went to slouch in the window seat. Chuck stared past her and out the window.
It was suddenly getting hotter in the room. Something was glowing in the night.
Chuck vaguely heard the adults cheering downstairs.
"Ten!"
The walls lit up with a yellow glow.
"Nine!"
The thing outside was becoming larger, pulsing and igniting.
"Eight!"
Abby squeaked and leaped back onto the bed, hugging Chuck fearfully.
"Seven!"
The room was becoming uncomfortably hot now, and Chuck was having a hard time breathing.
"Six!"
"Come on Abby!" Chuck grabbed the girl and ran for the stairs. A few kids in the playroom were starting to stir, groaning.
"Five!"
The kids ran down the stairs, panting and screaming. Tears ran down Abby's face.
Less people were counting down. Adults were beginning to panic.
"Get to the basement!" Chuck's mom grabbed him and Abby and shoved them into the basement.
"I need to find your dad! Stay here Chucky!" She cried.
"No!" Chuck reached for her.
"I love you! I'll be right there!"
Chuck's face exploded into tears. He and Abby clung to each other tightly, sobbing in the dark. He finished the countdown in his mind.
Four...
Three...
Two...
The entire house rocked. Heat burst out in every direction. Screams ricocheted off the walls as an explosion bloodied Chuck's ears.
He screamed, feeling as if his skin was on fire. Abby's grip tightened painfully. They were thrown into a wall, where they huddled and shrieked as everything shook.
One...
Then everything went silent. Chuck lifted his head to look around at the rubble. His heart twisted with the stillness. He didn't need to get out. He didn't need to look.
He already knew.
A tear ran down his face as Abby squeezed his hand.
They whispered it, together in the blistering blackness:
"Happy New Year."
Quick! Someone suggest something so fluffy that even I can't make it morbid! But yeah, sorry it took a bit longer than usual to update! I can mostly promise that the next one will be here faster, and will be happier. Please review!
Wolf Out...