You and Mole had been roommates for what. . . . Three years now? Today marks the third year. It was new years! You guys had always been close, like very close. It was bordering from platonic to romantic. Some of your friends said Mole had feelings for you; but what did they know?! They were wrong. . . . . Probably. . . .

As stated, today was new years! Both you and Mole had agreed that neither of you two wanted to go to any parties. Mole didn't like parties, which was. . . . Common given his age! And you didn't want to leave him home alone. So, you'd simply just hung out most of the day. It was nice. . . Just you two, together. . . . On a holiday- Totally not romantic! Not romantic at ALL! Or that's what you convinced yourself-

It had gotten late, you'd gone to your room and Mole was doing his own thing. Safely of course! If anything went wrong; you'd know. Usually when things went wrong with him it was loud. Like crashes of plates or just the sound of him falling over. You were doing whatever in your room while hanging out on your bed. Peaceful. . . . Not like whatever party you two could've gone to.

The light outside of the window was pitch dark now, it was eleven fifty 'o clock. It was getting late. But you didn't feel like sleeping. Why sleep now? Not on new years. . . . You kept doing what you were doing. You heard your door open, it was never locked. When you looked up; it was Mole. It was always Mole. He was always welcome in your room. It was midnight now. He walked to your bed, your room was sort of memorized for him; he kinda knew his way around without sight.

A nervous smile made its way to his face, he had reason to be in here for once. Mole reached a hand up and pointed to his mouth, as if requesting something. He never spoke, it was known he never spoke. It took you a moment to process what he wanted. . . . Oh yeah! That tradition where you kiss someone at midnight on new years. . . . He wanted a kiss? That's. . . Forward, even for him! . . .

Mole looks. . . Nervous, like weirdly nervous- . . . What do you do? Choice is ALL yours! . . . .