Into The Past

New Years Kiss

A/n: Ugh, I had to go to this Lunch Party with the entirety of my family which mind you, is HUGE. and like, this guy that I absolutely despise might go. SMHHHHH (December 8)

-I already went. I made this chapter 3 days ago. I went to the party yesterday. IT. ABSOLUTELY. SUCKED. (December 10)

Skye's P.O.V.

I watch as my younger brother AJ and Frances dance romantically, she has pink in her cheeks, giggling at every joke and cheesy pickup line he makes. I roll my eyes, averting my attention to mother dancing with Uncle John and Angelica dancing with John.

Who does she think she's fooling? I know mom only told AJ to find a date because it would distract him from his desire to drink.

The countdown should begin soon... but I still haven't found a dance partner. Yes, I've danced with my father and Uncle John and Grandfather but... never a real date.

And if I'm honest, I wouldn't mind it if William were to dance with me.

I spot James talking with Georges out of the corner of my eye, the girls gossiping among themselves. I inhale sharply as I build up the courage to approach the guy, standing alone by the drinks.

"Hey..." I smile shyly. His soft chocolate eyes lock with mine and he smirks slyly.

"Well, well. You'd think the Skye Hamilton would have found a date by now, no?" Will teases.

"Be quiet," I said. I turn away from his gorgeous features, knowing he'd tease me if I stared. I poured myself a glass of wine.

I bring it to my lips and take a slow sip. He breaks the uncomfortable silence, "Skye, what do you want?"

"Erm... well... you see, uh, I just..." Stop stammering, Skye! Just ask him!

"You want to dance, don't you?" Will holds out his hand. I stare down at it in shock, a soft smile making its way to my lips.

I look him in the eyes and nod, "Yes."

Y/n's P.O.V.

John Laurens approaches me and holds out his hand, "May I have this dance, Y/n?" I smile to myself, slowly placing my delicate s/c hand in the palm of his hand.

He rests his hand on my waist, the other holding mine as he guides us.

Seems AJ has proved me wrong. I'm proud of my boy, he's finally built up the courage to ask someone to dance, at least. I narrow my eyes on the girls watching the two in envy. They notice and scurry away.

This is my son and Frances' night, I won't allow someone to just waltz in and ruin it.

I notice Angelica and John dancing, James Madison watching from the sidelines proudly.

"You seem distracted?" John suddenly asks. I avert my gaze to his kind eyes. "What is the matter?"

"Nothing, John... nothing..." I study his unsatisfied expression.