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New Year, New Kiss

*Third Person POV*

Brynleigh poured herself another glass of apple cider, still slightly upset that Monica had strictly said no alcohol for any of the kids. She turned around to see they only had around thirty minutes before the clock struck midnight. How had the night gone by so fast, she wondered to herself.

Brynleigh Pasternack was quite nervous for when midnight came, and she did not like being nervous. She had already had the plan formulated in her head that she had to kiss her boyfriend for the first time on New Years. She pushed off the counter and walked back into the living room where everyone else was.

Brynleigh flattened her white jumpsuit as she sat down on the empty couch. The comedy show that James Anders had put on was admittedly very funny. But Brynleigh couldn’t stop questioning in her mind about what Cyrus was doing. He had gone upstairs a while ago with Adam, or Bruce, to do something and hadn’t come down since. She would’ve gone up there to check a long time ago, but every time she went to go up there, Birdy would start annoying and get her to stay downstairs. The first few times, maybe Birdy was just being Birdy, but it was getting ridiculous at this point.

Brynleigh stood, determined not to be stopped by Birdy this time. She peeked around corners, making sure that no one would bother her and her stealthiness. But right when she got to the stairs, guess who stopped her. Not Birdy, now Holiday. “Your turn to keep me away from my boyfriend?” Brynleigh asked while trying to get past Holiday.

But Holiday just grabbed her shoulder and said, “I won’t try to annoy you or anything like Birdy, but you still can’t go up there. Cyrus’s orders.”

This ensued a short and whispered fight between the two before Brynleigh stomped off to the porch. She sat down on one of the chairs, not willing to dirty her jumpsuit on the dirt-filled steps. She crossed her arms and glared out at the night sky. Brynleigh peeked in the window to see that the final performance of the night was happening. Taylor Swift was performing one of the songs from her newest album, making Brynleigh wish even more that she was in there. She had always loved Taylor Swift, but she wouldn’t go in there until she knew what was so important that Cyrus couldn’t spend any time with his girlfriend on New Years Eve.

The blonde girl continued to ponder this until she heard the front door open and close. She turned around to see the one and only Cyrus Anders looking apologetic with both his hands behind his back. She was about to go off on him, but he cut her to the chase.

“Look, I’m really, really sorry that I haven’t been paying a whole lot of attention to you tonight. I had something that really needed some work, and I really hope you like it, and I should just shut up and show you already.” Cyrus sat down in the seat next to Brynleigh and pulled his hands from behind his back. He was holding a contraption that looked like a metal cup with arms on it, and it was holding markers? “It holds all your makeup stuff. But that’s not its real purpose. These arms here are to help you. It uses vocal commands and studying objects in order to give you the things you want. So like, please give me the red marker,” One of the arms grabbed the red marker and held it out to Cyrus. “Like that, and it had tons of customizations. You can decide if you want it to react to just your voice or multiple or what you put in it. It doesn’t have to just be makeup, I saw some sketchbooks in your room, so you could also put your art supplies in it! I mean, it does take a couple of minutes to recognize a new object, so that’s a huge downside. And don’t worry about it going haywire. We’ve done like a bajillion rounds of testing. But if anything does happen, I can always fix it up for you. Wow, I am ranting a lot. Um, I know it stupid and kinda lame but I figured that since you sometimes complain about how long your makeup takes, this might help a bit.” Cyrus shoved the robot into her hands.

“Cyrus, I don’t know what to say. This is really great. Thank you!” Byrnleigh threw her arms around Cyrus. Behind them, the pair heard the announcer say that they would be starting the timer for ten seconds before midnight.

“I’m sorry that you missed the Taylor Swift performance.” Cyrus whispered.

“I think this makes up for it.” Brynleigh whispered back. “Midnight kiss?”

They both giggled and drew each other in as everyone in the neighborhood was yelling “3…2…1…HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!” All in unison. It was a bit awkward, but they knew that neither of them would change it for the world. Not the cold night air, not the embarrassing blushes on their cheeks, and definitely not the smiles that they exchanged.

They just sat there giggling to their heart's content until they realized there was another voice silently laughing with them. They snapped their necks around to see Birdy standing there with Monica’s old camera in her hand. The younger quickly bolted away as Brynleigh chased her, demanding to see the pictures. Cyrus walked behind them with a bright smile, lighting his face and a light laugh on his lips.

After that night, certain things changed. Birdy was no longer allowed to touch Monica’s camera. There was a new post on Brnleigh Pasternacks Instagram with the caption, "I have the best boyfriend. fight me." It had two photos, one of Cyrus and Brynleigh kissing in a porch, and another of an odd metal cup with arms. Brynleigh now had a little helper for her everyday makeup routine. Holiday made ‘New Year, New Kiss’ jokes. Cyrus had a couple of  new photos to add to his book of memories. Brynleigh also put Taylor Swift on repeat in everyone’s headphones for a week to make up for missing her performance. Life was good in the new year.

Word Goal: 1000

Word Count: 1012

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