everett
five minutes until the new year.
he's packed in a room full of sweaty people, alcohol, and high spirits. he pries his hand off of some girl and swiftly moves outside, where the winter chill bites his cheeks. hell no.
he opts for the kitchen instead, where aidan stands alone, nursing a bottled water.
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