Wishful Thinking

Chapter Twelve - New Year New Me

The months had shot past like wildfire and Christmas had come and gone. It was a pretty good Christmas if I do say so myself, Hobbit feet slippers, posters, books and, of course, chocolate. I was spending New Years with friends. Kacie, Steve, Izzy, Kassie, Fran, Janet and of course Arthur. We were all going to a party. It was gonna be hella fun.

"I still can't believe you're wearing that." Steve joked, she stared at my clothing with shock. I was catching a lift with Kacie and her. "I mean, wow."

"She's trying to impress someone." Kacie replied from the front seat. I glared at the back of her head. Steve waggled her eyebrows at me.

"Okay, so maybe I am." I answered. Steve clicked her fingers.

"Bright eyes."

"He has a name."

"So?" Steve picked at her nails idly. She was wearing something natural for her. Black jeans, black docs, green slytherin top and leather jacket. Although her make-up looked nice and she'd curled her short hair. Kacie however looked completely different. She had her hair all wavy and down, polka dot Doc Martens, a nice black cardigan with a white top, blue patterned jeans and a nice striped scarf.

But me? yeah, I looked different. Steve thought I looked punk, but I didn't. All I was wearing was a sleeveless top with a lion on, white jeans, brown boot heels, fancy make-up and I had my hair in a plait with flowers woven in. Totally punk. I sighed and thought about what the party was going to be like, I hope it didn't end up like it did last time. I flash backed to that particular party and cringed, I hope I didn't get drink spilled all over me again.

"Hey!" Izzy greeted walking up to us, "Come on we're over here." The party was at Arthurs house and music sounded throughout.

Our little friendship group was hanging out in the lounge, "Hey guys." Kacie said. They were all staring at something.

"They've been at it for the past half hour." Fran pointed out.

"I don't wanna know." I laughed. They turned back to us and Waves played. We all exclaimed and started bouncing to it.

Someone put their hands on my shoulders and I turned my head to see who it was, Arthur. He laughed at my expression and bounced with us. Arthur had taken well to my friendship group and hung out with us regularly. This made me happy because it meant he was even more my type, if he could get on with our immaturity. My back pocket buzzed and made me jump, Arthur laughed and I shoved him off so I could pick my phone up. I quickly found a quiet spot in the already crowded garden and answered.

"Yeah?" I answered.

"Gwen? Where the hell are you?" It was John.

"It's New Years Eve John! I'm at a party remember? Now what is it? I'm young and need to party."

"Well, as you put it like that, I'll wait till tomorrow." John hung up just as Arthur strutted up to me. and when I say strutted I mean it, he made me laugh.

"Do you ever just be serious?" I joked, he put a silly face on and shook his head vigorously. I took his hand and we ran inside.

But knowing me I tripped and fell over pulling Arthur down on top of me. who knew I couldn't run in heels? We laughed our heads off as we lay on the floor together. We calmed down eventually and I realised how close we were. "Are you always this clumsy?" Arthur asked, holding a hand out to me after he'd picked himself up.

"Only when I'm with people." I joked, taking his hand he pulled me up, but a bit too hard.

He pulled me up but all I ended up doing was crashing back into him. I suppose you could say it was his fault. He caught me by holding my waist, convenient, but then again my arms were round his neck. That's when all Arthurs popular friends came out and saw how close we were. They wolf whistled and laughed at us. I tried to pull away but Arthur kept a tight lock around my waist, "Who cares what they think anyway?" he whispered giving me a sly wink. My mouth twitched up at the corners. Who did care?