The lights are scarily bright as I make my way towards the dance floor. Disco balls glitter above and people weave their way in and out of snack tables, crowds of couples and trays stocked with ch4mp4gne. "Hey, Georgia!" I turn, and there he stands. Tyler. My Tyler. "Hey, Ty," I smile. "You want a drink?" he asks, brushing sandy-blonde hair out of his eyes. "Coke good?" "Yeah, Coke's okay," I lean against the table. "Now what's up?" "What made you think anything was up?" Tyler feigns innocence. Ha. I know better. "Felicia. What happened?" "Oh..." Tyler clearly didn't want me to ask this, but I figured out a long time ago that the best way to make Tyler happy is to get him to talk about his problems. "I... I mean, at least we had a civil conversation this time," Tyler sighs, running his hands through his stvpidly gorgeous blonde hair. "She walked out. For real, this time," I take his hand and force him to turn his hazel eyes to mine. "I'm sorry, Ty," "S'okay," grunted Tyler. "Would've happened sooner or later," Then, apparently eager to change the subject, he muttered, "Give me a sec," and left. I almost cry in exasperation. Tyler can tell me anything. He's my friend. Won't he just stop with the pity party, for heaven's sake? There are worse things. Like... like if a girl loves her best friend and he's too busy with another girl to notice or care. Even with my sympathy for Tyler, I feel a slight, evil feeling in my stomach... a sick sort of happiness. I never liked Felicia. She was always such a snob. Tyler didn't come back. I guess "a sec" meant an hour. Before I knew it, the countdown had started. "10..." I looked for Tyler. "9..." He wasn't there. "8..." He was never there. "7..." I felt disappointment claw at the pit of my stomach. "6..." I wanted to welcome in the New Year with him. "5..." No such luck. "4..." Surely Tyler had noticed the countdown by now. "3..." Or maybe he didn't care. "2..." He never cares. He just likes being Tyler. "1..." I want him to be MY Tyler. "Happy New Year!!" Suddenly, I feel strong arms wrap around my waist, a gasp leaping from the throat. I can feel lips whispering in my ear. "Happy New Year, Georgia," "Hi. Tyler." "You know, I don't give a d4mn about Felicia anymore," I turn to face him, grinning. "Do you have any New Year's Resolutions then? Something you want to change?" "Yeah," Tyler grinned. "I want to change myself. I want to be yours," My heart skips a beat. "Happy New Year, Tyler," "Happy New Year, Georgia," A/N: Yeahhh so I just made this story for 2025!! Tyler and Georgia are people!! DiD yOu KnOw tHaT??? New shoutout code is... um... ur fav dessert!!
