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NEW YEAR'S ATMOSPHERE EVERYBADEY

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An art from nimb aaaaand

AKA

the CONTINUATION OF THE STORY WITH TwiggyStone

Read, this is fun!
Lol, tbh, it's quite a spontaneous chapter and a small jump in time since her's part of the story hahahah. The small preface: it wasn't supposed to be the next part, as my sis wrote this just as a small general story inspired by the New Year's Eve we spent in the snowy (not that much, as hello, shitty december with no snow in Swissland xD) mountains and celebrating in a cozy hotel with our family, so it was indeed a winter fairytale, and as I'm a slow nimb, it took me quite a while to finish the illustration for it. During this time, TwiggyStone 's chapter aired and I have just finished the drawing and I was there like WAAAITT A SECOND THAT SOUNDS LIKE A DECENT CONTINUATION
So, having adapted the story just a teeny tiny bit to match all of the glorious things that have happened here , me and my sis decided to give this piece as the next part

Otherwise, omg guys, I'm so loaded with school projects that I'm literally hardly finding a second to inhale. For all of the commissions, I'm slowly working on each of them, so thank you for you patience <3

ANYWAYS,
enjoy the reading, my dears, and I'm gonna go and continue the dying with my Interactive Media Designer studying shit #peace #prayforme

And yep, babes are looking so smexy I just can't *shipping intensifies*

+ I just loved this image so much, I added some merch in the prints, so if you're a true fan of this pairing, there are postcards, small photo prints and mouse pad available #cuzwhynot xDD Enjoy! <3

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Previous part

With the clinging of the glasses, blinking of the bright colored garlands, knocking of the heels and New Year's music, coming from the TV and the loudspeakers, the snowstorm was playing outside. That was the first heavy snowfall in last couple of weeks, which was giving some particular romance to this evening. 31st of December crawled up humbly, however the majority was waiting impatiently for the ending of the 2016. Some of them wanted to start everything with a blank sheet, some of them wanted to figure out and organize their lives, and some just wanted to live further, enjoying every singe moment.

For plenty of years there has been a tradition in CEFC: Mrs Monet invited all of her acquaintances, friends, coaches and riders to the cozy apéro, which was taking place on the first floor of the boarding house. There has always been enough space in the living room, and the dining bar table in the kitchen served as a table with drinks and snacks. This year no-one wanted to ruin the tradition: the TV was quietly mumbling projecting various New Year's shows; very recently Max has lightened up the fireplace; everything around the place was decorated with the New Year's theme; calm, chill, and sometimes jazzy music was sounding from the loudspeakers. Lara and Jazz were bustling in the kitchen, checking that all of the guests were getting their glasses of wine or champagne. As usual, Lucie was occupied spending time entertaining the children of the guests, telling them everything about horses and giving them out the candies, while their parents were into the discussions with each other. Andreas stayed next to the loudspeakers, choosing the tunes. Quentin, Max, Nick, Alex, Ryan and Sophie were wandering between the guests, sticking into the conversations from time to time. Mrs Monet was leaving no-one without the attention: this woman was able to keep up with every discussion.

This soirée was as well a great opportunity for all of the students to make acquaintances with influential people in the equestrian sphere. With this in mind, each and only were looking like they have just jumped off the covers of the magazines: nicely done hairstyles, best suits, shirts and dresses. Even Alex has spent more time in front of the mirror that he had spent for his whole life.

The time was near 11pm, Andreas brought another red wine bottle, and Sophie was kindly asking the invited people if everything was going well. Lara has finally took a break, moving from the kitchen to the living room. Grabbing Lucie and Jazz by their hands, she dragged them to the calm place suitable for typical girl-talks.

"Lucie, tell me straight, do I have some piece of shit in my hair?", Lara asked, getting back to her usual "blacksmith" manière of talking, which was absolutely not walking hand in hand with her actual appearance.

"Nope, it's fine. Actually, we should have more of events like this, I love dressing up like that. I, for your interest, got more compliments today that I have ever gotten in my entire life!", proudly announced Lucie, arranging one of the dropped strands of hair behind her ear.

"From who, five-year-olds?", Jazz grinned.

"Screw you. There's that man who can't stop talking to me", Lucie laughed.

"He's like 40 years old, he suits for your mom!", Lara exclaimed, looking over the room, but suddenly crossed eyes with Alex, standing in the opposite part of the room.

"My mom hasn't even divorced with my father yet!", the young lady raised her eyebrows, "And actually, Jazz, black dresses suit you so well."

"Because black is the color of my soul", Jazz replied and all of the girls laughed. It's been a long time the three of them haven't chatted with such an ease, like in the very beginning of their friendship, "But these heels are killing me, I need my riding boots or slippers."

"And have you guys seen Sophie?", Lara whispered, like if they were the school girls discussing over some fresh rumors, "I'm just in love with her new haircut."

They hears the heavy steps of large heels behind their backs, which belonged to only one person - Mrs Monet. She hugged Lucie, kissing her onto her forehead, after what put her hand on Lara's shoulder, leaning to her.

"Girls, don't want to interrupt your conversation, but Lara, someone is very interested in seeing you", Lara wasn't the one who blushed. Instead, there was always a living interest and an uncontrollable smile appearing on her face, "Turn around. See that man in the blue suit and a woman in a green dress next to him? Those are very influential people, Lara, keep that in mind."

"Wait, is that what I'm thinking?", almost squealing from joy and grabbing near-standing Jazz by her hand, Lara was expectantly looking at Mrs Monet.

"Exactly. They'd love to chat to you, as with someone very successful in riding in your field. And, possibly, I'll say it again - possibly, they will sponsor your next participation in the competitions. In Europe."

"Oh my God, Mrs Monet, thank you for everything", that was Lara's dream - finally enter the professional level in a professional sense, "Alrights, not letting them wait any longer."

Mrs Monet grabbed shining with happiness Lara by hand, leading her in the direction of that couple. Lara turned around to her girl friends, whispering "holy shit", which again, wasn't working with her overall look. Red body can dress, black heels, her white hair, gathered in a low bun. This lady could make a needed impression to a particular public.

Meanwhile, the evening went on. Sophie and Ryan were fixing the candles and decorations, Andreas was following them step by step, keeping up with the conversation and trying hard to take his eyes off of new look of Sophie. He, surely, was nagging himself for that - Jazz was salty at him during all the evening, as he was paying much more attention to Sophie. Nick, Max and Quentin were quietly drinking champagne, sitting in the kitchen, while other guests were busy chatting.

"Gloriously sitting here", laughed Max, leaning on the table, "Guys, I'm so glad I have you."

"Doode, enough with the drinking. Otherwise you'll end up with kissing", Q punched Max in his side, laughing. It has been a long time this guy was so chilled out, easily chatting with others.

"Imagine Mrs Monet noticing us?", a bit tipsily pronounced Nick, reaching for the bottle.

"Well, I'm not Mrs Monet, but I do can notice", the voice sounded from the behind of the guys. That was Alex, looking not any worse than all of the others: the only appropriate and not stretched jeans, immaculately ironed white shirt, red blazer. His hair was up in a slightly messy bun, with some strands inaccurately falling out, dropping on his face.

"Alex", said Nick, raising his glass like saying "cheers".

"How bad of you to be joining us only now. We are already in the zone, waiting for you", laughed Quentin, forgetting that he was talking to his ex-main-nightmare.

"Well, let's do the catching up, shall we?" winked Alex, after what quickly sent his eyes to the living room.

At this moment Jazz ran into the kitchen, with slightly smudged make up on her eyes. The girl started to pluck at Max's and Q's suits' sleeves, explaining something confusedly.

"Woman is my mother, what the hell has happened?"

"Andreas is following Sophie every-f*cking-where, I'm sick of it!" Jazz summed up, nestling her head in Quentin's chest.

"Alright, ok, let's go figure it out", Max grabbed Q and Jazz by their hands, pulling them out of the kitchen and throwing a brief "Have fun" to Alex and Nick.

The silence hang up in the kitchen, but that tension which was there before, was gone now. Alex suddenly pulled Nick to the living room to the fireplace, where there was minimum of people at the moment. The guests were still wandering in the room, chatting, laughing, clinging their glasses. Somewhere from the entrance hall the voices of Jazz and Sophie could be heard, obviously arguing. But that's not gonna last for long - Q started to try to make peace. Lara was still having her conversation with that important couple, more precisely, with the man, charmingly smiling to him, like a child. Her eyes were full of happiness - her biggest dream could come true.

"So beautiful", Alex gave away, and Nick turned his head in Lara's direction, "Look at her. That's true her. Innocent, smiling, glowing. Tell me, what idiot would miss her out?"

"Let me remind you, it was her who missed you out, not you. And that does make a difference", Nick was trying to seem sober, but at the same time he was indeed fully self-conscious about what was going on around.

"I know. I just have to stop thinking about it. Like she could do it", Alex shrugged his shoulders, looking at the girl once again, but having caught her eyes, he instantly looked down, "Nicky, I have an idea"

"I am already terrified. Is it something good?"

"Nah not really. Alright. Just imagine if we would just spit on this all. On the snowfall, on the guests, on the beautiful clothing and would go outside under this very snow, and would run under it like the idiot we are. Or, we could steal the keys from Mrs Monet's car and go drive around these snowy dark streets. And then we would get stopped by the police, I'll pretend I'm deadly drunk and we would get arrested for 24h", Alex laughed, in the meantime expectedly looking at Nick.

"Alex, winter is made for sitting in the room, wrapped up in a blanket and drinking some hot chocolate. And you're here looking for adventures for you ass", Nick giggled, "And yeah, sure, Lara: she is beautiful. All that jazz. But think - is she worth it? Just a beautiful chic, there are billions of them! I could get you 5 of them by tomorrow".

"Be careful in your promises, I could ask for the proves. And anyway, I don't need any of them", Alex looked directly in Nick's eyes, fixing a fallen strand of his hair behind his ear.

"You know, let's come up with something good for us for the upcoming year", announced Nick, and he was already ready to respond to that suspicious Alex's face, "Like, for example, you'll leave Lara in 2016. Or, like, in 2017 you're gonna be full of positive emotions and so on. Up to you"

"One condition", Alex leerily squinted his eyes, now fixing Nick's strand of hair, "You, my little prostitute, will stop being such a mess up, stop mumbling and be more decisive"

"Like, be a man?" laughed Nick, looking in Alex's green eyes.

"Learning quickly", pronounced Alex in a lower voice, "How much have you had, Mr Pattern-Pants?"

"Well around 2 glasses", stumbled Nick, but having seen Alex's raised eyebrow, corrected his reports, "Well, 5-6, not a big difference".

"How do I love you like that", Alex smiled, turning silent for a couple of minutes. The music was still playing, and it was 20 minutes left till the clock strike midnight. Somewhere at the background Lucie glimpsed, but Alex didn't call her to join them.

"Actually", Nick kept going on, who has never been that talkative before, "Alex. You deserve so much of everything in this life. All of the world, seriously. Of course, you're a finished jerk: run under the pouring rain wearing inly your pants and drinking coffee at 3 in the morning. But hell, you're an amazing person. You are, probably, the most bright and unusual thing I have ever seen lately. Just thank you for everything".

"Ok, Nick, you should stop with this", Alex, not noticing it himself, made a step more closer to Nick.

"What with?"

"Stop saying things that give me the desire to kiss you once again"

There are some things that are not meant to happen. Probably, never.At least, this situation was way too double-sensed and misleading for both of them. Nick and Alex were literally standing there for three seconds vis-a-vis in a dangerously close distance, smiling and holding their glasses. After that situation at the lake, they exchanged kisses not that often, or if they did, only when there were no-one or extremely few people around. They didn't need any extra attention, and themselves, they didn't know what was going on between them. Rather, others had some particular image about them. But not everything was so easy for them: for Nick, who didn't want to put any labels on himself and was a bit conscious about what others think; and for Alex, who just simply didn't like to complicate his already messed life, and who, at some point, still haven't completely closed that book named "Lara".

But now, at this magical moment, these two weren't giving any damn about the crowd. Right now, only each one of them was the most important for each other. Their faces approached and the following action was obvious. But at this very moment, the bright flash of the camera blinked.

"Pic for the memory", Lucie laughed. This girl has always been able to find a moment to take a picture.

"Well, I should go", Nick widely smiled, leaving to find Max, "I'll k...khm, talk to you later"

"And what was that?", Lucie wondered with a mild smile, crossing her arms on her chest, blocking the way to Alex.

"Alcohol stroke my mind. Plus Lara. Dressed like that, huh? Gets all of the attention"

"Awwww who's being all jealous?" Lucie laughed, hugging Alex, "Alright. It's 5 minutes before the New Year, and the dramas are everywhere. My mom noticed the lack of three bottles; Sophie, Andreas and Jazz are shitting between each other in the kitchen; Q got a mouse under his eye.

"And that, Ladies and Gentlemen, is how the 2k16 ends", summed up Alex, hugging Lucie back.

"Yeah. And it's been how many years in a row that we're ending at this very place at the fireplace at that exact position?", Lucie leaned her head onto Alex's chest.

"Hell knows, but I'm never letting you go. Either you want it or not - you and I, we are bonded forever", with these words, he kissed the girl on the top of her head.

That was the way the midnight approached in CEFC. New Year was closer with every second, and people in the background were still chatting, the glasses were clinging, the music was playing and the thousands of garland lamps were shining.

Next part

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Alex, Andreas, Lara, Jazz, Sophie, Max, Lucie, Quentin and Mrs Monet (c) by me
Nick and Ryan (c) by TwiggyStone

Art by me c:
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SUBSCRIBE TO MY YOUTUBE CHANNEL FOR SPEEDPAINTS AND INTERESTING STUFF!
TAKE A LOOK AT MY TUMBLR (FOR REQUESTS AS WELL)
_____________________________________________
Tools of trade:

Story is written by my amazing sister, translated by me

References used: nope c:

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Description
AKA

NEW YEAR'S ATMOSPHERE EVERYBADEY

AKA

An art from nimb aaaaand

AKA

the CONTINUATION OF THE STORY WITH TwiggyStone

Read, this is fun!
Lol, tbh, it's quite a spontaneous chapter and a small jump in time since her's part of the story hahahah. The small preface: it wasn't supposed to be the next part, as my sis wrote this just as a small general story inspired by the New Year's Eve we spent in the snowy (not that much, as hello, shitty december with no snow in Swissland xD) mountains and celebrating in a cozy hotel with our family, so it was indeed a winter fairytale, and as I'm a slow nimb, it took me quite a while to finish the illustration for it. During this time, TwiggyStone 's chapter aired and I have just finished the drawing and I was there like WAAAITT A SECOND THAT SOUNDS LIKE A DECENT CONTINUATION
So, having adapted the story just a teeny tiny bit to match all of the glorious things that have happened here , me and my sis decided to give this piece as the next part

Otherwise, omg guys, I'm so loaded with school projects that I'm literally hardly finding a second to inhale. For all of the commissions, I'm slowly working on each of them, so thank you for you patience <3

ANYWAYS,
enjoy the reading, my dears, and I'm gonna go and continue the dying with my Interactive Media Designer studying shit #peace #prayforme

And yep, babes are looking so smexy I just can't *shipping intensifies*

+ I just loved this image so much, I added some merch in the prints, so if you're a true fan of this pairing, there are postcards, small photo prints and mouse pad available #cuzwhynot xDD Enjoy! <3

_____________________________________________

Previous part

With the clinging of the glasses, blinking of the bright colored garlands, knocking of the heels and New Year's music, coming from the TV and the loudspeakers, the snowstorm was playing outside. That was the first heavy snowfall in last couple of weeks, which was giving some particular romance to this evening. 31st of December crawled up humbly, however the majority was waiting impatiently for the ending of the 2016. Some of them wanted to start everything with a blank sheet, some of them wanted to figure out and organize their lives, and some just wanted to live further, enjoying every singe moment.

For plenty of years there has been a tradition in CEFC: Mrs Monet invited all of her acquaintances, friends, coaches and riders to the cozy apéro, which was taking place on the first floor of the boarding house. There has always been enough space in the living room, and the dining bar table in the kitchen served as a table with drinks and snacks. This year no-one wanted to ruin the tradition: the TV was quietly mumbling projecting various New Year's shows; very recently Max has lightened up the fireplace; everything around the place was decorated with the New Year's theme; calm, chill, and sometimes jazzy music was sounding from the loudspeakers. Lara and Jazz were bustling in the kitchen, checking that all of the guests were getting their glasses of wine or champagne. As usual, Lucie was occupied spending time entertaining the children of the guests, telling them everything about horses and giving them out the candies, while their parents were into the discussions with each other. Andreas stayed next to the loudspeakers, choosing the tunes. Quentin, Max, Nick, Alex, Ryan and Sophie were wandering between the guests, sticking into the conversations from time to time. Mrs Monet was leaving no-one without the attention: this woman was able to keep up with every discussion.

This soirée was as well a great opportunity for all of the students to make acquaintances with influential people in the equestrian sphere. With this in mind, each and only were looking like they have just jumped off the covers of the magazines: nicely done hairstyles, best suits, shirts and dresses. Even Alex has spent more time in front of the mirror that he had spent for his whole life.

The time was near 11pm, Andreas brought another red wine bottle, and Sophie was kindly asking the invited people if everything was going well. Lara has finally took a break, moving from the kitchen to the living room. Grabbing Lucie and Jazz by their hands, she dragged them to the calm place suitable for typical girl-talks.

"Lucie, tell me straight, do I have some piece of shit in my hair?", Lara asked, getting back to her usual "blacksmith" manière of talking, which was absolutely not walking hand in hand with her actual appearance.

"Nope, it's fine. Actually, we should have more of events like this, I love dressing up like that. I, for your interest, got more compliments today that I have ever gotten in my entire life!", proudly announced Lucie, arranging one of the dropped strands of hair behind her ear.

"From who, five-year-olds?", Jazz grinned.

"Screw you. There's that man who can't stop talking to me", Lucie laughed.

"He's like 40 years old, he suits for your mom!", Lara exclaimed, looking over the room, but suddenly crossed eyes with Alex, standing in the opposite part of the room.

"My mom hasn't even divorced with my father yet!", the young lady raised her eyebrows, "And actually, Jazz, black dresses suit you so well."

"Because black is the color of my soul", Jazz replied and all of the girls laughed. It's been a long time the three of them haven't chatted with such an ease, like in the very beginning of their friendship, "But these heels are killing me, I need my riding boots or slippers."

"And have you guys seen Sophie?", Lara whispered, like if they were the school girls discussing over some fresh rumors, "I'm just in love with her new haircut."

They hears the heavy steps of large heels behind their backs, which belonged to only one person - Mrs Monet. She hugged Lucie, kissing her onto her forehead, after what put her hand on Lara's shoulder, leaning to her.

"Girls, don't want to interrupt your conversation, but Lara, someone is very interested in seeing you", Lara wasn't the one who blushed. Instead, there was always a living interest and an uncontrollable smile appearing on her face, "Turn around. See that man in the blue suit and a woman in a green dress next to him? Those are very influential people, Lara, keep that in mind."

"Wait, is that what I'm thinking?", almost squealing from joy and grabbing near-standing Jazz by her hand, Lara was expectantly looking at Mrs Monet.

"Exactly. They'd love to chat to you, as with someone very successful in riding in your field. And, possibly, I'll say it again - possibly, they will sponsor your next participation in the competitions. In Europe."

"Oh my God, Mrs Monet, thank you for everything", that was Lara's dream - finally enter the professional level in a professional sense, "Alrights, not letting them wait any longer."

Mrs Monet grabbed shining with happiness Lara by hand, leading her in the direction of that couple. Lara turned around to her girl friends, whispering "holy shit", which again, wasn't working with her overall look. Red body can dress, black heels, her white hair, gathered in a low bun. This lady could make a needed impression to a particular public.

Meanwhile, the evening went on. Sophie and Ryan were fixing the candles and decorations, Andreas was following them step by step, keeping up with the conversation and trying hard to take his eyes off of new look of Sophie. He, surely, was nagging himself for that - Jazz was salty at him during all the evening, as he was paying much more attention to Sophie. Nick, Max and Quentin were quietly drinking champagne, sitting in the kitchen, while other guests were busy chatting.

"Gloriously sitting here", laughed Max, leaning on the table, "Guys, I'm so glad I have you."

"Doode, enough with the drinking. Otherwise you'll end up with kissing", Q punched Max in his side, laughing. It has been a long time this guy was so chilled out, easily chatting with others.

"Imagine Mrs Monet noticing us?", a bit tipsily pronounced Nick, reaching for the bottle.

"Well, I'm not Mrs Monet, but I do can notice", the voice sounded from the behind of the guys. That was Alex, looking not any worse than all of the others: the only appropriate and not stretched jeans, immaculately ironed white shirt, red blazer. His hair was up in a slightly messy bun, with some strands inaccurately falling out, dropping on his face.

"Alex", said Nick, raising his glass like saying "cheers".

"How bad of you to be joining us only now. We are already in the zone, waiting for you", laughed Quentin, forgetting that he was talking to his ex-main-nightmare.

"Well, let's do the catching up, shall we?" winked Alex, after what quickly sent his eyes to the living room.

At this moment Jazz ran into the kitchen, with slightly smudged make up on her eyes. The girl started to pluck at Max's and Q's suits' sleeves, explaining something confusedly.

"Woman is my mother, what the hell has happened?"

"Andreas is following Sophie every-f*cking-where, I'm sick of it!" Jazz summed up, nestling her head in Quentin's chest.

"Alright, ok, let's go figure it out", Max grabbed Q and Jazz by their hands, pulling them out of the kitchen and throwing a brief "Have fun" to Alex and Nick.

The silence hang up in the kitchen, but that tension which was there before, was gone now. Alex suddenly pulled Nick to the living room to the fireplace, where there was minimum of people at the moment. The guests were still wandering in the room, chatting, laughing, clinging their glasses. Somewhere from the entrance hall the voices of Jazz and Sophie could be heard, obviously arguing. But that's not gonna last for long - Q started to try to make peace. Lara was still having her conversation with that important couple, more precisely, with the man, charmingly smiling to him, like a child. Her eyes were full of happiness - her biggest dream could come true.

"So beautiful", Alex gave away, and Nick turned his head in Lara's direction, "Look at her. That's true her. Innocent, smiling, glowing. Tell me, what idiot would miss her out?"

"Let me remind you, it was her who missed you out, not you. And that does make a difference", Nick was trying to seem sober, but at the same time he was indeed fully self-conscious about what was going on around.

"I know. I just have to stop thinking about it. Like she could do it", Alex shrugged his shoulders, looking at the girl once again, but having caught her eyes, he instantly looked down, "Nicky, I have an idea"

"I am already terrified. Is it something good?"

"Nah not really. Alright. Just imagine if we would just spit on this all. On the snowfall, on the guests, on the beautiful clothing and would go outside under this very snow, and would run under it like the idiot we are. Or, we could steal the keys from Mrs Monet's car and go drive around these snowy dark streets. And then we would get stopped by the police, I'll pretend I'm deadly drunk and we would get arrested for 24h", Alex laughed, in the meantime expectedly looking at Nick.

"Alex, winter is made for sitting in the room, wrapped up in a blanket and drinking some hot chocolate. And you're here looking for adventures for you ass", Nick giggled, "And yeah, sure, Lara: she is beautiful. All that jazz. But think - is she worth it? Just a beautiful chic, there are billions of them! I could get you 5 of them by tomorrow".

"Be careful in your promises, I could ask for the proves. And anyway, I don't need any of them", Alex looked directly in Nick's eyes, fixing a fallen strand of his hair behind his ear.

"You know, let's come up with something good for us for the upcoming year", announced Nick, and he was already ready to respond to that suspicious Alex's face, "Like, for example, you'll leave Lara in 2016. Or, like, in 2017 you're gonna be full of positive emotions and so on. Up to you"

"One condition", Alex leerily squinted his eyes, now fixing Nick's strand of hair, "You, my little prostitute, will stop being such a mess up, stop mumbling and be more decisive"

"Like, be a man?" laughed Nick, looking in Alex's green eyes.

"Learning quickly", pronounced Alex in a lower voice, "How much have you had, Mr Pattern-Pants?"

"Well around 2 glasses", stumbled Nick, but having seen Alex's raised eyebrow, corrected his reports, "Well, 5-6, not a big difference".

"How do I love you like that", Alex smiled, turning silent for a couple of minutes. The music was still playing, and it was 20 minutes left till the clock strike midnight. Somewhere at the background Lucie glimpsed, but Alex didn't call her to join them.

"Actually", Nick kept going on, who has never been that talkative before, "Alex. You deserve so much of everything in this life. All of the world, seriously. Of course, you're a finished jerk: run under the pouring rain wearing inly your pants and drinking coffee at 3 in the morning. But hell, you're an amazing person. You are, probably, the most bright and unusual thing I have ever seen lately. Just thank you for everything".

"Ok, Nick, you should stop with this", Alex, not noticing it himself, made a step more closer to Nick.

"What with?"

"Stop saying things that give me the desire to kiss you once again"

There are some things that are not meant to happen. Probably, never.At least, this situation was way too double-sensed and misleading for both of them. Nick and Alex were literally standing there for three seconds vis-a-vis in a dangerously close distance, smiling and holding their glasses. After that situation at the lake, they exchanged kisses not that often, or if they did, only when there were no-one or extremely few people around. They didn't need any extra attention, and themselves, they didn't know what was going on between them. Rather, others had some particular image about them. But not everything was so easy for them: for Nick, who didn't want to put any labels on himself and was a bit conscious about what others think; and for Alex, who just simply didn't like to complicate his already messed life, and who, at some point, still haven't completely closed that book named "Lara".

But now, at this magical moment, these two weren't giving any damn about the crowd. Right now, only each one of them was the most important for each other. Their faces approached and the following action was obvious. But at this very moment, the bright flash of the camera blinked.

"Pic for the memory", Lucie laughed. This girl has always been able to find a moment to take a picture.

"Well, I should go", Nick widely smiled, leaving to find Max, "I'll k...khm, talk to you later"

"And what was that?", Lucie wondered with a mild smile, crossing her arms on her chest, blocking the way to Alex.

"Alcohol stroke my mind. Plus Lara. Dressed like that, huh? Gets all of the attention"

"Awwww who's being all jealous?" Lucie laughed, hugging Alex, "Alright. It's 5 minutes before the New Year, and the dramas are everywhere. My mom noticed the lack of three bottles; Sophie, Andreas and Jazz are shitting between each other in the kitchen; Q got a mouse under his eye.

"And that, Ladies and Gentlemen, is how the 2k16 ends", summed up Alex, hugging Lucie back.

"Yeah. And it's been how many years in a row that we're ending at this very place at the fireplace at that exact position?", Lucie leaned her head onto Alex's chest.

"Hell knows, but I'm never letting you go. Either you want it or not - you and I, we are bonded forever", with these words, he kissed the girl on the top of her head.

That was the way the midnight approached in CEFC. New Year was closer with every second, and people in the background were still chatting, the glasses were clinging, the music was playing and the thousands of garland lamps were shining.

Next part

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Alex, Andreas, Lara, Jazz, Sophie, Max, Lucie, Quentin and Mrs Monet (c) by me
Nick and Ryan (c) by TwiggyStone

Art by me c:
_____________________________________________

SUBSCRIBE TO MY YOUTUBE CHANNEL FOR SPEEDPAINTS AND INTERESTING STUFF!
TAKE A LOOK AT MY TUMBLR (FOR REQUESTS AS WELL)
_____________________________________________
Tools of trade:

Story is written by my amazing sister, translated by me

References used: nope c:

Photoshop CS5