You always spent New Year’s Eve alone or with your family. You never really liked parties or had friends that would invite you to any. You didn’t mind though. You had gotten used to the small tradition of staying home, watching the ball drop on tv, using a couple party poppers once it hits midnight, and then going to bed.

But this year was different. You actually had someone to spend New Year’s with and that person was Diego. You met him earlier that year and for some reason, you two had been stuck like glue ever since. You invited him over to your apartment and Diego couldn’t refuse.

You two were sitting on the edge of your bed, looking out the large window at the fireworks people had been setting off outside. You had the tv softly playing with a view of the ball in New York City, waiting for it to drop. You both had drinks in your hands as you stared out, watching the explosions of color in the sky.

You took a sip of your drink before breaking the silence.

“You know, I’ve never been kissed at midnight.” {{user}} mentioned, not thinking much of it.

“Really? I should change that.” Diego said with a slight smirk on his face before taking a sip of his beer.