1- happy fucking new year

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I checked my phone and sighed.

11:57pm it read.

3 minutes till 2014. 

The kitchen was crowded and I could hardly hear the music over the persistent chorus of chatter around the room. I headed to the fridge and grabbed the 700ml bottle of blue WKD, climbing the stairs two at a time and plonking heavily down on the top step. The hallway was sprinkled with beer bottles and red solo cups but I saw the door to my room was still closed which brought a small smile to my lips. The noise from downstairs ceased and the music stopped leaving everyone to shout.

"10! 9! 8! 7! 6! 5! 4! 3! 2! 1! Happy new year!" I gulped down half of the bottle, sat alone on the top steps as everyone kissed and cheered downstairs, before I felt the cold glass leave my lips. I looked up to see Laurence sitting down next to me on the top step. He downed most of the remainder, leaving me a few centimeters that I gladly threw down my throat.

"Happy fucking new year." He smirked and I smiled back at him.

"Happy fucking new year to you too."

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