"10! 9! 8!" I stood up and ran to the kitchen. "7! 6! 5!" I fumbled with the door handle, bursting outside and leaving the front door open. "4! 3! 2!" He ran over to me and looked me in the eye. "1! Happy New year folks!" the television blared faintly from inside. Our lips collided, and this time it wasn't quick. My arms wrapped around his lower back, pulling him as close to me as possible. His hands were clasped behind my neck, and he stood on tiptoe as I bent my head down. He smelled like cinnamon and mint, and his body heat spread over me on the chilly Brighton eve. He grazed his teeth on my bottom lip then pulled away, and I pouted a bit. "I'll be back later," he murmured, slipping away into the night, leaving me dumbfounded on the steps of Zoe's house. "Troye?" I called after him, but he was already gone. I sat down on the stone and stared out into the night, only moving when I heard a car pull into the driveway some time later. Joe Sugg stepped out of the sleek, black car, a grin on his face. "What's up with you?" I called, rising to my feet. His grin widened as he flipped the keys of the car around in his hand, saying, "I could ask the same of you, mate. It's not every day you find yourself sitting on the front steps at half past one." I ran a hand through my hair, blushing a bit. "True," I agreed, saying nothing more. He clapped me on the shoulder. "Come inside, mate, you're gonna freeze," he said, pulling me inside and locking the door. We rounded the corner to find Zoe and Alfie curled up in a blanket on my couch, the TV still blaring. Joe glanced at me with a raised eyebrow, and I whispered, "They get the couch tonight I suppose." He snorted and ran upstairs, leaving me to find an empty bed. I pulled some pillows and a couple extra blankets over to a spot in the hallway, snuggled down, and closed my eyes.
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Blue House | Tronnor
Fanfictionmaking dead ships come alive since i was born amiright only using lowercase for description, story has proper grammar
