dear diary | shefani

Entry Twenty-Eight

Entry Twenty-Eight

Dear Diary,

I always thought the "kiss at midnight on New Years" cliche was cheesy. Like, why would you want to start your year off by exchanging germs with someone that you probably don't even love?

I get it now, though. It's a lot better when you know the person you're kissing actually likes you, obviously. I'd always try and get Gavin to kiss me on New Years at midnight, but he'd just make it sexual in front of everyone. Just a cute, chaste kiss would be fine with me, but no. That was "boring."

Blake isn't like that, though. In fact, everything seemed to be fine.

"New Years resolutions?" Blake asks me. We're sitting on top of my house's roof.

I roll my eyes. "You being serious? No one actually does those."

"The point is to make you feel better about yourself in the next year," Blake rolls his eyes. "You could at least pretend."

I sigh. "I don't know. I guess to face my feelings instead of avoiding them."

"And what are you feeling right now?" Blake looks at me. I hear the crowd getting louder in the distance as the clock goes on.

"Right now I'm feeling pretty content," I look at the cowboy. "Maybe a little annoyed, but content."

Blake grins. "I'm doing my job, then!"

"Shut up," I jab him lightly with my elbow. "What about you? What's your resolution?"

"To stop missing Oklahoma so damn much," Blake sighs.

"I'm sorry," I give him a pity smile.

"For what?" he looks confused.

"That you don't like it here," I reply.

Blake shrugs. "It's not too bad. You're here."

"Yeah?" I blush.

"Yeah," Blake leans in. "You're not that bad."

"Jerk," I roll my eyes and punch him softly, he chuckles and wraps his arms around me.

"I'm serious, though." Blake speaks quietly. "I like it here because you're here. I don't want to be anywhere else but here- not even Oklahoma."

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"Really?" I whisper. Our heads inch closer to each other.

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"Yeah," Blake whispers back.

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"I like that you're here, too." I rest my forehead on his.

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"Can this countdown hurry up?" Blake huffs.

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"Oh my god," I snort. "Just shut up and kiss me."

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Our lips collide, full of passion but calm. The fireworks in the distance go off, and I feel like I'm exploding with them. I grip the curls at the back of his head and scoot closer.

He disconnects our lips for a second and looks at me. "Happy New Year, Gwen."

Happy New Year, indeed.

Until Next Time,
Gx.