yet another new year’s party, yet another new year’s without a kiss.

that’s what you were thinking as you sat on the rooftop of your friend’s house, away from all the music and colorful lights and people getting drunk.

you gazed into the night sky. what could be going wrong? that was a question you couldn’t answer. it’s not like people didn’t like you, as a matter of fact it was quite the opposite.

“i swear, you’re always up here at every waking moment.”

you heard a voice from behind you, an annoyingly familiar one. your head spun around to see who it was, and you were met with the sight of pablo smirking down at you.

you rolled your eyes. why was he here of all people?

“should try socializing some time. being an introvert is not a good look on you.”

he said teasingly, taking a seat beside you, his usual cocky grin plastered on his face.