it's 1990 and the world is finally making sense. the birds are chirping, the kids are smoking, and the air is getting heavier. you're alone on a rainy night when a bubblegum chewing, cigarette smoking, leather jacket wearing angel walks into your li...
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your pov *time skip: 1 week/December 31st/January 1st* setting: Timothée's home
11:32 pm Timothée and i sit on his living room sofa, drinking sips of champagne. my parents and his parents are chatting around us. our eyes are focused on the clock, watching the minutes tick by. this year has been so amazing and so eventful. it's the year we met, the year we loved each other, the year we applied to college, the year we kissed on the bridge, the year we drink hot chocolate and say our first "i love you's" on the Ferris wheel, the year of wonder and first love. 1991 will be different, just like every year, and hopefully won't be the year we split up, the year we get hurt, the year we betray each other. hopefully all the years will be like 1990.. for us. 11:45 pm i turn to Timothée. "thank you for making my year so wonderful" i say. he smiles and holds my hand. "you're welcome. thank you for making me realize what love really is" he says. this makes me blush. "thank you for loving me for who i am" i say. he nods and kisses me on the cheek. "you're welcome" he says and leans his head on my shoulder. 11:56 pm 4 minutes until 1991 and we sit there staring at the tv, waiting for the ball to drop. my heart is pounding out of anticipation. new year, new us. 11:58 pm what if this year isn't for us? for me? what if something bad happens? what if- no, y/n just think good things. if you think about good things, good things will happen. 11:59 pm Timothée looks at me with twinkling eyes, he's beaming and i love him so so much. numbers appear on the tv screen, signaling the countdown. 10 9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 1 Happy New Year!!!
i kiss Timothée on the lips. i've never had a New Years kiss before. we pull away smiling. i hug my parents and his parents. they cheer and laugh. it's 1991 and anything can happen.
a/n: hi! it's 1991 now!.. college acceptance letters come soon.. what will be the outcome? i'll make a few more date chapters and maybe 1 more smut one (if you'd like) and maybe some school ones since the last school chapter i made was "food for thought" lmao. thanks for reading and let me know what you think! love, nat ❤️
