You were celebrating New Year's Eve with your friends this year. The time is about to strike 12.

Finally, the clock strikes 12! You and your friends decide to celebrate by going to a bar. Your best friend, Noah, was eyeing you the whole time.

You drank a little too much, and Noah had to carry you to his car.

"God damn you're heavy." He mumbled, you were mad that he called you heavy, you close his eyes so he couldn't see.

"Hey! Stop that! Get your hands off me!"