Sometimes I Sit and Wonder, Sometimes I Feel like Letting Go.

Fast forward to New Years Eve.

Christmas was absolutely perfect, it couldn't have been better. I got the best present ever, a new guitar! Mike is the best, I love him so much.

But now it's New Years Eve, and the end of the year is very near. Like 2 hours away. Right now I'm at a party Mike dragged me too, he knows I hate parties. Anyways, I'm standing alone in the kitchen of whoever the fuck this house belongs to. Mike went off somewhere, I'm not mad. Just slightly sad that I'm alone.

I left my perch from the kitchen, going to find Mike or Abby. Vic and Abby also tagged along, so I guess I'm not completely alone. But then again, They're probably somewhere eating each others faces off.

I seen Mike first, he was standing by a wall and had a beer in his hand. I walked over to him, he wasn't looking in my direction so he didn't see me. That was until I tried to give him a small kiss...

"Get off, I have a boyfriend." Mike said shoving me off. Well now I know he won't cheat on me.

"Mikey, it's me Tony." I said to him, trying to get something out of him.

"I have a boyfriend, I already told you that." He said, voice getting louder. He's smashed, so I just walked away. I was smiling to myself, I know that was rude, but at least he'll tell people he's taken.

I went outside because I wasn't feeling the whole party vibe. Not with that shitty music, and the girls grinding all over everyone. Nope, not feeling it. I sat down on the steps the lead up to the front door. I was just thinking about tonight, and life in general. Who would've known that a party would be such a good place to think? Not me, but turns out it is.

I was really craving attention from someone, more like from Mike. Maybe he likes me not bugging him, maybe he wasn't smashed and just didn't want to talk to me, maybe I should just leave. Why am I thinking about this? Why am I doubting this? Why did I even come out here, I know when I start thinking, I think about the bad things. I think about all the things that make me sad, then I get all depressed.

I get up and go back in, walking back to the kitchen finding some Whiskey. I want something strong, something that will knock me out later. I didn't even get one drink before Abby came and pulled my with her.

"C'mon Tony, lets dance." She said, tugging on my hand.

"Abb's I don't want to dance." I said trying to break free of her grip, but damn does she have one.

"I don't care, you're dancing. Lets go." She said, and pulled me to the dance floor. I don't think she's drunk, she's still talking to clear, and knows what she's doing. Besides, there's no stopping her when she wants something, so I just gave up and let her lead me to the dance floor.

There was people all over the place. I mean yes, this is a party, but the living is sort of small and completely packed with bodies grinding and humping each other. You can't even see the floor, or anything through the mass of bodies. Abby managed to pull us through the throng of people. She let go of my hand and started dancing, not like everybody else, no she was like moshing alone. I almost laughed at her dancing.

I stood there for awhile watching her dancing, it was quite entertaining. But I was getting shoved and grinded on, so I went to walk back into the kitchen. That wasn't before I saw Mike and some slut dancing. She was all over him, and he wasn't doing a damn thing about it. Tears pricked at my eyes, how could he do that?

Mike looked up and we locked eyes. I think he pushed her off him, but I don't really know I ran out before I could catch anything. I slumped down on the steps like earlier and let the tears flow. I thought I could trust him, I thought he wouldn't hurt me. But boy, was I wrong.

"Tony, what happened?" I heard someone screech. I think it was Abby. It was, because I looked over when she sat down and it was in fact her.

"Mike." I stuttered simply.

"What did he do? I swear I'll kill him." Abby seethed.

"I s-saw him d-dancing with some s-slut." I said, I looked over at Abby and nothing but pure rage was written on her face. I haven't seen her this mad since the time my dad hit me. That was before he packed his bags and left.

"I am going to beat the shit out of him! That stupid bastard!" She almost yelled, then got up walking back into the house. I followed, I didn't actually want Mike hurt.

I found them in the kitchen, Abby had Mike pinned against the refrigerator. I went over to them and lightly pushed Abby away, so I could talk to him. She moved, but gave him a glare. I stepped in front of him, he was looking at his feet.

"Why?" I asked quietly.

"I didn't mean to, that bitch just start grinding on me. I tried to stop her, but she wouldn't budge. I tried to move away and she held me there. Then I saw you, I shoved her away from me and ran after you. I seen you setting on the steps, your shoulders was shaking. I felt like total and utter shit. I'm so sorry." Mike said still looking down.

"But why was you juts standing there when I seen you?"

"I couldn't get away and there was no way I'd actually touch her. So all I could do really was stand there, I wanted to puke. I've sobered up some now, I know what I'm talking about. And I'm sorry for taking you to this party, I know you hate them and I dragged you here anyways. I'm really sorry Tone." Mike said still looking down.

"Hey, look at me," I said taking his head in my hands and pulling his face up to look at me, "It's okay, I forgive you. But if you slip up again I'm going to be pissed off. I just wished you would've tried harder to keep her off." I said.

"I know, I should've tired harder. I'm sorry."

"It's okay."

"No, it's not. I can't believe I let her do that, I could've lost you because of what happened. I'm stupid, I was mostly drunk, but when Abby came in here and punched me I straightened up real quick. I'm so sorry, and I love you. Only you. You know that right?" Mike asked, he had taken my face in his hands now.

"Mikey, It's okay, I trust you. Yes, I know that, I love you too. Abby punched you?" I questioned.

"Yeah, she punched me in the stomach. She can pack a punch." Mike laughed. I smiled.

"I'm sorry about her."

"It's fine, I needed it. Do you want to go home to watch the ball drop?" Mike asked, I nodded smiling. That was great idea. He nodded too, leaning down and capturing my lips with his.

I hate that I forgave him that easy, I hate it. But I really do trust him, but if he does it again I don't know what I'll do. What's a relationship without trust though? I'm just mainly glade that we're leaving this place.

We went and found Abby and Vic. Abby apologized to Mike, although I could tell she didn't want to. We told them we we're leaving, they said and I quote 'okay'.

The reason we could leave without them was because my mom let us borrow her car. She's out with friends and they picked her up. She said I could use her car, and not be out to late. Which we aren't, it's only like eleven.

Mike and I walked hand in hand to the car, I took the keys from my pocket handing them to him. He gladly accepted, then opened my door for me. I blushed at the little display of affection and got in the car. Mike hurriedly walked around the side of the car and got in. Once he was in he started the car and backed out of the driveway.

I had my hand laying on the console, Mike reached over and grabbed my hand entwining our fingers. The ride to my house was short, we was silent the whole time. It was a comfortable silence though. Mike was running his thumb over my knuckles the whole time. It was sweet.

At my house we got out of the car and walking up the steps to my house, while I fished the house keys out of my pocket.

"Tone, I'm still really sorry. So we're going to do whatever you want to do. Anything." Mike said while I was unlocking the door.

When we was inside I threw both sets of keys on the kitchen counter and turned to Mike.

"So, about that anything I want deal? How about we watch the ball drop, then movies, and a whole lot of cuddles?" I asked with puppy dog eyes.

"Anything for you. You just sit down and I'll get everything else ready." Mike said and gently pushed my to the living room.

I plopped down on the couch and Mikey turned the T.V. on. It was already on the ball drop.

"I'll back in a few minutes, love you baby." Mike said kissing my nose, then walking off before I could reply.

A girl was performing something, I wanted to throw up. She was terrible. Mikey was back in no time, he had popcorn, blankets, and movies. I smiled as he set the popcorn and movies on the coffee table, then sat down beside me and wrapped us in blankets. But not before I cuddled into him.

We watched the last few performances and finally it was those ten seconds until the ball dropped.

"Ten". Mike said.

"Nine." I said.

"Eight."

"Seven."

"Six."

"Five."

"Four."

"Three."

"Two."

"One!" We cheered together. Mike grabbed my face and pressed a passionate kiss on my lips.

"Happy New Year." Mike said against my lips once he pulled away.

"Happy New Year to you also." I replied.

"Time for movies!" Mike cheered, and leap off the couch. I giggled at his childish behavior.

From what I seen he put in The Nightmare Before Christmas. Which is fine, I love that movie, although not as much as Star Wars.

He came back and sat down again. I cuddled back into him, and he pulled the blankets over us again. He kissed my head and whispered 'I love you." Into my hair. I smiled and tilted my head up to kiss his cheek and whisper it back.

We stayed like that almost all night. or up until Mikey fell asleep. I just stayed like that wrapped in his arms, until I felt myself being pulled into a blissful, dreamless sleep.

Notes

I'm so sorry for not updating this story for eight days. I'm sorry for making this New Years themed, but I had that planned. I'm sorry for being a sucky writer. I'm overall sorry for everything, I'm thinking about deleting this story, I just feel as if it's just another cliché high school Perrentes. I don't know yet. Do you guys think I should delete it?

This chapter is so shitty, I'm really sorry. I'll delete it later and make it better hopefully.