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It had been exactly 6 days since the Christmas party which means it had been exactly 6 days since Spamton had spoken to Tenna. There wasn’t really a need to since the holiday seasons were coming to a slow and they were showing mostly reruns, but of course, there was another reason they hadn’t been talking…
Tenna was holding another party, this time for New Years, and was horribly nervous about going. I mean, he had to go, but he also knew it meant that Spamton might come also. There was also a chance he might not also, but honestly that was worse than him not coming at all!
Tenna bit his lip, he was pacing around his dressing room, still worrying about Spamton and what to where. For now, he would focus on the latter.
Now, he usually didn’t deviate from his iconic red suit and yellow tie, ( except for when he was sleeping, of course ) but he felt he really had to celebrate the end of the year in style this year.
After searching through his rack of outfits for some time, he finally landed upon one.
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Spamton showed up at the Green Room fashionably late, obviously followed by many adoring fans. ( He loved the attention for the most part, but it really gave off the wrong idea in his opinion. )
The mistletoe was gone and the tinsel and such was silver and yellow rather than red and green like last time. It seems this party also had more of a turnout than the last one, ( perhaps due to a few rumors spread by a certain Shuttuh ).
Spamton found his way to the bar, which, actually wasn’t allowed to serve alcohol mic drinks most of the time. Tonight, however, Ramb seemed to be serving champagne to party goers, as request of Tenna.
“‘Ey Ramb”, Spamton grabbed a glass of champagne, shooed off some fangirls, and leaned against the bar, “Y’know where I can uh find Ant ‘round here?”
“Oh he just walked in, luv.”
Ramb was right, Tenna had just walked in, wearing a different suit and tie he had saved for special occasions, ( like dates ). The top part of his outfit was white with gold accents, along with a black tie, and the bottom of his outfit looked relatively the same. Still, it was a change, and no one, ( especially Spamton ) couldn’t deny that he looked pretty fine. ( He also made Spamton feel quite underdressed in his half-buttoned shirt and blue jeans. )
Tenna spotted Spamton from across the room. His heart started out of both excitement and worry. Angel, all he could think about was the taste of that not-so-secretly spiked eggnog, faint cigar, and-
Tenna just about kicked himself and reminded himself of where wishful thinking landed him. Nonetheless, he walked over.
“Hello, uh, Spamton! I’m glad you could make it!”
“Uh yeah wouldn’t miss it for the world.”
The pair awkwardly stood in silence.
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“You two should kiss-“
Tenna’s screen went scarlet, Spamton choked on his champagne and slammed the glass on the counter, “WHAT.”
“Well at the Christmas party you-“
“THERE WAS MISTLETOE DUMBASS! I- HE- WE WOULD NEVER-“
“Mm-hm. Gimme a call on the telly when you realize I’m right.”
“Uh-huh yeah, never gonna happen bud. C’mon Tens I heard they’re already setting off fireworks.”
Spamton hopped up dragged Tenna along by the wrist as he marched towards the nearest exit.
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Spamton’s excuse turned out to be true. The pair stepped put of the studio and joined the small crowd gathering in the snowy plains as a couple of Shadowguys were setting off fireworks, ( arranged by Tenna, obviously ).
“Do you like them?”
“Yeah they’re pretty neat.”
Spamton leaned against Tenna as he slipped his hand down from Tenna’s wrist and interlocked their fingers together.
“This is nice.”
“Y-Yeah…”
The pair stood, watching the fireworks together, until Tenna finally got the courage to speak up.
“Wh-what, what happened at the Christmas party? We- we were just- you just- you just left.”
“I- I couldn’t be seen like that.”
“W-Why not? I thought you wanted that I- you-“
“I did- I do! I just- I don’t know I feel like I’m not supposed to.”
“Not supposed to what?”
“I don’t know, to feel I guess?”
“…Okay.”
“Look Tens I’m sorry- I- I can’t explain. Just- I like you! I really do! But y’know TV World darkners really got it out for us Cyber World darkners most of the time and I’m a hot topic right now! I can’t be caught- uh, y’know…”
“Alright…but, you like me, right?”
“Of course! You’re my best friend, Tens!”
“…’best friend’…”
Those words stung Tenna in a way he didn’t even know was possible. What was wrong with being his best friend? Why did it feel so- off?
“‘Ey, don’t be such a sad sap! New Years, remember?”
“Heh, yeah I guess so.”
“In fact, just about a minute left to go!”
“Oh, really?”
“Hard to believe, I know. Time flies I guess.”
“Well, I’m sure you’re off to find some fangirl to kiss, huh?”
“Nope! I already have someone in mind.”
“Ah, and who would that be?”
Tenna looked down and met Spamton’s gaze and as the clock striked midnight, Spamton pulled Tenna down to his level by the tie once more and kissed him. They sat up straight afterwards and prayed no one saw them, still holding hands in the cold.
“Happy New Year Tens.”
“Happy New Year, Spam.”