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Rogue stood outside, watching the fireworks go off in the sky. He looked at the time, reading 11:59. One more minute. The guild was celebrating by throwing a New Year's party, but honestly, he didn't like parties. He heard the doors to the guild open as Sting stepped out to join him.
"Something the matter?" the blonde asked. "No, not-" Rogue was cut off by the sound of more fireworks, and Sting's lips on his.
"Happy New Years, my love." Sting smiled at him. Rogue couldn't help but flush at him. He couldn't be mad at him at the moment.
"Happy New Years," he smiled back at the blonde.