“Hey, are you finished soon?”
Sebastian was standing in the doorway to the kitchen, face turned towards the dinner table in the living room, while he riskily balanced a lot more on his arms than he logically should be able to.
“Ahh, soon, but hey, let me enjoy the food! It’s not my fault that I’m such a splendid cook. Currently, you’re only cleaning the table anyway.” Cael stifled a laugh and nodded towards his spikey-black-haired boyfriend’s overloaded arms.
“Yeah, right. Hadn’t it been for me being too busy already, I’d have kicked your ass.”
Seb showed the maple-haired boy the finger, causing a casserole on his upper left arm to buckle and almost fall to the floor, throwing the whole rest of the load out of balance too. He decided it was time he freed his arms again, stumbled out into the kitchen, and threw his whole batch of pans, plates and cutlery into the sink, which for the moment also served as a thrash bin. Their former plastic thrash bin had suddenly become a jigsaw of a thousand pieces last week when Seb had managed the feat of placing it behind the door, and Cael suddenly had slammed the door open at full force. It had yet to be replaced.
When Seb had finished placing the tableware into the sink, making sure that the little heap towering far over the edge of it was steady and not about to crash down onto the floor, he sauntered out of the kitchen into the living room, situating himself on an inverted chair and watching his boyfriend who was still busy stuffing his face with turkey, gravied potatoes and unidentifiable pieces of stuffing which actually tasted quite heavenly compared to the fact that it looked like half-digested vomit and was stuffed in and now coming out of the turkey’s ass. Seb looked at him in amusement. He was quite amazed at how someone as dignified as Cael could turn into such a beast while eating – only in private, of course -, and also eat so much but still keep his scrawny, lanky build. Nature’s ways are weird, he concluded, and continued to watch his boyfriend for just a little while longer.
The silence was quite nice and amusingly enjoyable, but he suddenly felt the need to smother it by opening his mouth.
“You do know that it’s eleven thirty, right? The fireworks downtown starts in about half an hour, and we have to walk. The traffic is probably at a standstill, and I really do not wish to get stuck…”
“Shit, it’s that late?”
“Mhm.”
Cael finished off the rest of his food - which was now starting to turn cold - in about the time you’d need to explain Einstein’s Theory of Relativity to a person who’d long since majorly failed physics – or science in general, depending on how good a teacher you were-, and threw his plate and cutlery at the top of the tableware heap in the kitchen, almost causing it to tumble over the edge and leaving their floor in a state of utter chaos.
“I think it’s time we did the dishes,” he snickered, but walked out and proceeded to making himself presentable for the less than formal, yet oddly pompous New Year’s celebration.
At ten to eleven, the both of them were ready and finally sprinting down the slope from their less than amazing – and less than clean, no less – apartment, to the New Year’s celebration being held every year at the heart of the quite small town. Considering the size of the place, it shouldn’t have taken too long getting to the place of the celebration, but this was an event involving the whole of the town’s population, and the streets were, to put it mildly, crowded.
“Fuck, in this crowd, I seriously feel like a certain something forced into a place that’s far too narrow for it to fit at all,” Seb hissed, while trying to find some little space where he’d actually be able to see something over the crowd and actually able to move something other than his feet.
“Yeah, you’d know, alright,” Cael giggled like a little girl, while throwing his boyfriend a teasing glance.
“Perv.”
Seb tried to keep serious, but at last cracked up into a small smile, giving his maple-haired, quite-a-bit-higher-than-himself boyfriend a playful sock in the arm.
“Look, it’s starting!” Cael exclaimed, giddy as a little kid. They hadn’t had a chance in hell of reaching the center of the town, but even from here, far off, they could see the sparks of green, red, blue, white, violet and a million other colours and shades which lighted up the sky and made the whole night at least three notches lighter. The sparks engulfed each other, sprawling itself into beautiful patterns up high. Somewhere, twelve deep “gongs” sounded.
“Happy New Year!” Cael smiled warmly.
“Happy New Year!” sounded Seb’s answer. “May it be as good as the last one.”
For a long time, they just stood there, watching the fireworks, hearing all the echoes of people wishing their loved ones a happy new year. They just stood there, in silence, watching the last of the fireworks dying down, joining in on a singsong of Auld Lang Syne. At last, they heard the last of the good-luck wishes and singing die down and watched how people started to disperse and walk for home, each to their own.
“It’s over,” Cael melancholy sighed. He always became melancholic at the end of the festive mood.
“Well, then, let’s continue the celebration at home, shall we?” Seb softly murmured, placing a teasing kiss at the nape of his boyfriend’s neck. He softly tugged him with him towards their home, leaving the streets dead and dark, leading the festivity home with them, to enjoy it alone between four solid walls of their entirely private space.
And there it stops. I'm such an evil fangirl, who're especially evil to fangirls. Though if I'd continued, no way I'd post it here, so it's all well, I s'pose XD
Okay, I'm fired up, so I'd better finish now. Happy New Year everyone, and kudos to everyone who've actually bothered to read this quite amazingly long blog-post. I can't write anything short, it seems XP
Bye, and see you next year (who knows, maybe tomorrow) XP
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