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New Years.

Come on Mitch, you can do it. It's only Scott. Your best friend for life and the person you've had a crush on for ages. At midnight you're going to go up to him and kiss him. It's half eleven, you only have half an hour to build up the courage, may as well do it now while you have the chance.

But what if he doesn't like the kiss? What if he ignored every single day, finds someone, moves in with them and you've lost him for good? This could ruin our friendship. This could ruin Pentatonix. Oh just suck it up Mitch, you've got this.

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Right, it's almost new year. Time to get that tall blonde and give him a nice big smooch.

The countdown is starting.

10.

I can't do it.

9.

Yes you can.

8.

No you're too much of a pussy.

7.

But you may get a future out of this.

6.

Yeah, a future full of hate.

5.

But he's your best friend, he'll understand.

4.

No he won't.

3.

I can do this.

2.

No I can't.

1.

Fuck it.

I slam my lips against Scott's before he could wish everyone a happy new year. I eventually pull away when I feel him start to kiss back. His reaction? No hesitation. No hate. Just a smile.

"Happy new year Mitchie."

"Happy new year Scottland."

"What's your new years resolution?"

"To make you my boyfriend." Smooth Mitch, real smooth.

"Wow, you managed to reach that goal quickly." He smirked at me.

I think we're boyfriends now.

He leans down and kisses me again with his arms around my waist and my arms around his neck.

I know we're boyfriends now.