the one where your best friend cameron gives you your first kiss at mignight on new year's.
There was nothing Y/N hated more than her job. And why was it that she hated her job so? Because she had to interact with people, and people were stupid. Well, those who acquired more energy of her than she would've liked at least. When you worked in retail, it was hard not to hate at least 2/3 of the people you talked to during a day. They asked dumb questions, embarrassed you when they did not get their way, and, if your day had been especially horrible, they made you cry in the breakroom. As bad as a normal week was when working at Primark, nothing was worse than the few weeks leading up to Christmas and the week following it. And, since she had only started working there in August and been late telling her boss she wanted the week of Christmas off, she had to work.
And now, New Year's Eve, was one of her evenings off. Finally. She would be off at 20:00, and then Cameron would come get her, and the two of them would go to a friends' New Year's party together.
It had been five years since the two met through some mutual friends at a Christmas Party. Though as unusual as Y/N found her friends being friends with Cameron Boyce, she had quickly gotten over it. Or, she had to get over it, and had to keep her cool around him as not to embarrass herself. She had to admit she was a bit of a fan, so when he first started talking to her randomly, she had been so incredibly startled that she had found it hard to put letters into words. Cameron had always thought their first encounter to be incredibly endearing; how she had stuttered and stumbled over words and not been able to utter proper sentences without needing a few breathers. It wasn't till some years alter that she admitted why she had acted the way she had, though Cameron had a hunch back then, he did not tell Y/N that when she told him. He wanted to keep that part of their first meeting to himself. He also wanted to keep to himself how he had first and foremost started talking to her because she had, conveniently, been stood right underneath a mistletoe. With the intent to ask for a kiss (he had been a little drunk, mind you), he had approached her, but suddenly found her too stunning to say the words out loud. He had not told her that, and he never would, because if Y/N found out about his true feelings toward her, she would most likely never talk to him again.
Y/N walked out of the backroom as Cameron entered Primark, a huge smile on his lips. She smiled right back, walking over to him where he stood in the doorway.
"Ready to get bladdered?" He asked.
"More than ever before."
And so, the two friends made their way out and to their friends' party. The white Christmas they had hoped for had never come, but a light layer of snow had arrived overnight, making New Year's somewhat white at least. It was a very lowkey New Year's party, no one really dressed up or outdoing themselves. One of Cameron's friends had just invited everyone over that did not have any plans for New Year's and did not fancy anything overwhelming. Music was playing as the two best friends arrived, Y/N immediately recognised Happy New Year by ABBA and chuckled to herself. It was way too early in the night to be playing that song already.
Cameron escorted Y/N into the kitchen after they had taken their coats and such off. People were everywhere, many whom Cameron knew and greeted, and even Y/N recognised some of them as being Cameron Boyce's best friend did that to you; you were acquainted with everyone it seemed. When they reached the kitchen counter, Cameron put his bag down on it and fished out a bottle of Malibu Rum and a bottle of white wine.
"For you." Cameron said, putting the wine down before Y/N. "Also for you." Shoving his hands down into the bag again, he got Y/N two of her favourite ciders: Stella Artois.
"You're really trying to get me drunk tonight, aren't you?" Y/N asked, giggling.
"It's what you deserve for working all bloody Christmas." Cameron answered. "Now, open one of the ciders while I make myself some Malibu and pineapple juice."
