Hey Ma!!!Septiplier

New Years. (Part 1)

A/N I know a new part, scary, well thank the holidays for it....

As we were walking to the car I realized something, tomorrow was New Year's Eve. I looked at Mark who was looking as different kinds of cookies. I walked over to him,

"Hey Mark do you know what tomorrow is?"

"Uh, Tuesday?"

"Well, yeah, but it's also December 30. Which means tomorrow is..."

"December 31? Wait- oh."

He face-palmed and shook his head. I placed chocolate chip cookies in the cart and we kept walking.

"New Year's Eve, I'm an idiot. So are we going to get some booze? or are we gonna have a boring New Year's?"

"Didn't we just get drunk like...... yesterday?"

"Your point is?"

Mark shrugged as I put a few types of alcohol into the cart, then I had an idea.

"Oooo, maybe we could make some pool water."

"Some what?"

I laughed and pulled the cart to the side of the aisle.

"Pool water, its an American thing, you take a bunch of alcohols and put them together and it looks really blue like pool water. I read about it online."

Mark nodded.

"Sounds like a plan."

~time skippppppp~

I closed the fridge and turned to look at Mark.

"If anyone were to look in my fridge right now, they'd think that I was a alcoholic. That's how much alcohol we bought."

He laughed. I walked over to the couch and sat down. I sighed.

"What do you wanna do now?"

"Movie?"

I nodded and got up. I started pulling out different movies.

"Horror? Comedy? Action? What do you wanna watch?"

~skipping of the time..... again~

After about the third movie, Mark fell asleep. Which wouldn't have been so bad if he hadn't fallen over onto my lap. I wasn't strong enough to carry him the guest bedroom and I couldn't just wake him up. The jet lag was probably terrible. He needed the sleep. I looked at his face. He looked sad when he slept. I pulled off his glasses as for him not to break them. Maybe, maybe it wasn't a drunk dream. What if I had actually dreamed that while sober. No. It had to have been a drunk dream. What else could it have been? Mark mumbled something in his sleep. I looked down at him again. I closed my eyes and leaned back. I could wait until tomorrow to figure this out.

"Goodnight Mark."

~

Somehow during the night, we shifted. I ended up on the outside of the couch with Mark hugging me from behind. In a way I guess he was cuddling me. I got up from the couch. I went to the bathroom and looked in the mirror. That would have been extremely awkward if Mark had woken up. It was awkward when he wasn't awake, never mind if he was. I sighed and walked back out into the living room. Mark was still asleep. I walked into the kitchen and opened the fridge. I then recalled my thoughts about that dream I had. I pulled a water out of the mess of booze in my fridge. I opened it and took a sip. If I didn't figure out what that dream meant before tonight I would sure find out then. New Year's Eve is a bitch sometimes. I heard a yawn and looked up as Mark walked into the room.

"Good morning Mark. Eggs for breakfast?"

He nodded and I reached into a cupboard for a pan. I put it on the stove and grabbed the eggs from the fridge. I looked back at Mark.

"How do you like your eggs?"

~time skip again, just so much to do and so little time.~

I looked at the clock. 6:00. I smiled and grabbed two beers out of the fridge. I walked over to Mark.

"Drink up my friend. It's 6 o'clock and New Year's Eve. The Drinking has begun."

I took a sip from the beer I pulled from the fridge.