A/N: This was originally an Andley I wrote on DeviantArt. Enjoy.
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It was New Year's Eve and my parents decided to throw a party. While everyone was dancing, having a good time and partying, I just sat there, staring at him, catching every detail of perfection on the side of his flawless face. It had been two years since I realized that he was the only person on earth that could ever make me feel the way he did. And he didn't even know. The fluttering of butterflies in my stomach made it hard to even look him in the eye; I was actually quite scared to. And he hadn't had a clue.
God, he was so perfect. The way his black hair fell slightly over his eyes, the youthful, icy blue of his eyes, all absolutely perfect. After quite some time, I noticed a slight movement from him.
He looked back at me, and I shot my eyes to the clock, which had been conveniently placed directly behind him. Too late.
"Dan?" I heard the simple, one worded question, asked by the beautiful Phil Lester.
I snapped out of my trance that had been directed to the old wall clock fairly quickly, a light shade of pink dusting across my cheeks; I couldn't tell if it was dark enough to be noticed. I replied anyway, "Yeah?"
"Were you staring at me?" he asked with a smirk. Don't even get me started on how amazing his smile was.
"No," I replied quickly and nervously, pretty much selling out my own lie, and my cheeks got redder; my blushing was definitely noticable now, I could feel the heat radiating from my own face.
Phil laughed softly, probably half at the blushing and half at my horrible lying ability. "Are you sure?" he asked slyly, leaning a little bit closer to me. He was still about a foot away, but now I was positive that he could see me blushing, if he somehow hadn't before. "Because your cheeks would say otherwise."
"Yes Phil, I'm positive." I tried my best to sound like I was telling the truth, and apparently, this time I somehow succeeded. Well, I thought I had.
"Okay, whatever you say." Phil grinned, he was skeptical about my response and I could tell, but he let it slide.
Before I knew it, the countdown to the ball drop was blaring from the TV, which just so happened to be at full volume. Everyone was counting down from five and I had instinctively joined in, along with Phil. He had now only been about six inches away from me, but I didn't care. I liked that he was close to me.
5, 4, 3, 2, 1--
He kissed me.
I squeaked a bit in surprise, though quickly settling into the action and kissing him back. I could feel my heart beating faster, but slower at the same time. After what felt like a few minutes, he pulled back. I was still surprised, a look of both happiness and shock on my face.
"Happy New Year, Dan."
