Welcome 2015! May 2014 be buried 6 feet under then doused in lighter fluid and burned...and just for a good measure through some acid and toxic waste on it...you know...just to be sure.
My mom walked through the door in her "party dress" which I'm pretty sure would wind up in the trash bin of What Not To Wear. Like the kind of ugly that makes little children cry.
Don't get me wrong I'm just as straight as any guy, but I do have an impeccable sense on style which tends to attract the gay and "experimental".
Anyways, so mom walks in wearing a black mass of tacky sparkles and then decides, unfortunately, to open her mouth, "Honey, clean up your room it's a pig sty!
I mean really honey, you don't need all these books out. And is Thomas bringing a friend? I would like to know if I need to set out more food."
"I don't think Thomas is going to bring anyone being that we are the only friends each of us has...." I shrugged and continued setting out the assorted veggie tray we “had to have”.
"Just asking! Now clean both you and your room up!" She moved her hands in the air with a gesture that said clean up or I'll kill you.
As soon as I cleaned up the piles of books and stack of video games, I walked down stairs with my white button down, a black suite, and a silver tie.
The tie was my favorite thing because it enhanced the vibrant blue in my eyes. Again, completely, 100% straight.
I looked up to see Lizzy Bright open the door.
It was like a scene from a movie. Her brown hair bounced onto her shoulder and she wore a simple loose fitting black dress. Her chocolate eyes aggressively smoked out giving her a sexy edge.
Lizzy Bright's best accessory of all however, was her smile. You see the intense intoxication of her grin could solve the world's problems and make grown men cry.
She gave me a light wave and started her way towards me, “Happy New Years!”
“Happy New Years,” I smiled back taking in the image of her once again.
Thomas, ruining the moment, held champagne like two trophies, "Let's get this party started Mrs. V!"
My mom looked at him eyebrow raised then shook her head and walked off to talk to Mrs. Bright.
I began to sip on the liquid gold, letting the bubbles fill me with warmth, “Can I get you a glass?”
“Thought you would never ask!” Lizzy’s laugh went straight to my head.
I returned with a glass to find Thomas harrassing Lizzy with questions.
"Bottoms up!" I raised my glass.
Everyone raised their glasses and took a long drink from their glasses. We laughed a bit about stupid SNL skits and other light hearted subjects.
Lizzy’s phone started to ring and she excused herself.
“Dude it’s going great!” I looked at Thomas all smiles from both my smoothness and my liquor.
“Dude I know!” His cheeks began to flush.
“Refills?” I took Thomas’ half empty glass.
“Sure. I think I’m going to go talk to that blond girl over there,” Thomas winked me away.
I turned to walk into the kitchen while Thomas to flirted with Taylor Smith, Lizzy Bright's blond busty friend.
I suddenly a body bump against mine, incidentally spilling a quarter of a glass of champagne on them.
“Shit! I’m so sorry! Here let me help you clean up,” I rushed her to the kitchen.
I looked up to see another beautiful brunette with short hair framing high cheekbones and a dusting of freckles. She casually sucked on her lower lip, concentrating on the task at hand.
“I think it will be all right,” she looked up at me with daring amber eyes. She stopped patting her dress and placed the dish towel on the counter.
“I don’t think we have offically met, I’m Bea Harper.”
“Hi,” I was a bit loss for words.
“You are Chase right? I heard about what you did for Lizzy. That was pretty cool,”
“Yeah it was nothing,”
“It’s not nothing to stand up for someone. If I were her I would be riding away with you as a knight in shining armor, not him,” she smiled revealing a cute dimple in her left cheek.
“I guess so,” I chuckled and brushed my hand through tangles of blond hair.
I could hear the music from the TV playing the Times Square New Years festivities.
A very cherry Lizzy Bright poked her head into the kitchen, "There you are!”
“I guess I was right after all. See you around Chase,” with that, Bea slinked out of the kitchen leaving her presence lingering in the air.
Did I Chase Donovin just develop a crush for someone other than Lizzy Bright? I couldn’t have. Lizzy Bright was the only girl I had eyes on since forever. I had a list.
I had to catch my Lizzy Bright. I mean it was too late, I already had my list. I was working on 15-20. Yet, that name and her face stuck in my mind. Bea Harper.
Lizzy Bright grabbed a cheese cube and popped into her mouth and leaded across the kitchen counter, “Who was that?”
"Just a girl I accidentally spilled some champagne on."
"Smooth moves Romeo. So just got off of the phone with my friend Emmi, turns out I’m not the only girl in Jaxson’s life."
Lizzy Bright pulled out her phone and showed me the graffic pictures of some blond tramp wrapped up in Jaxson’s strong arms. I hate the guy but he has killer biceps.
"Yikes,” I felt so bad for her.
“It’s okay, at least I got out while I could,” she swiped through some more photos before setting her phone down and exhausting heavy air.
I grabbed her champagne glass and forced it into her hand, “To new beginnings and sucky endings, may the next year be just a little bit better to us!”
A glimmer of life sparkled back into her eye.
She took a long gulp of the liquid courage and we returned to the party where everyone was in high spirits counting down the moments till the ball dropped. All of a sudden there it was.
A new year, a new Chase, and a newly freed Lizzy Bright. I gave my mom a kiss and Thomas gave the blond Taylor a giant sloppy kiss that went both ways to everyone’s surprise.
The room cheered and everyone laughed. Lizzy Bright on the other hand just cusped her glass resting her chin on the rim stairing at the festivities.
I tapped her shoulder, “You want to get out of here?”
“Is it that obvious?”
I ran into the kitchen and collected a bag with food and another bottle of liquor because why not?
“Ready?” I slung the bag of goodies over my shoulder like a hitch hiker.
“Ready!” she smiled and left her glass on the coffee table.