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New Year's Eve.
Max wrote in her diary. She put the tip of her pen back to paper, but hesitated writing anything. The metal hovered above her diary for a moment.
Going to my first New Year’s party tonight. Which is… exciting! It’s definitely exciting, or maybe exhilarating is a better word? I’m not really a huge partier (party-er? I don’t know. Also would that be pronounced like cartier?), but I know Victoria really wants to take me, so I guess there’s a first time for everything.
Maybe my first New Year’s kiss?
Now that’s exciting. Either way, I’m gonna try to have fun. And if all else fails, Chloe should also be there if I like, freak out, or something. Fingers crossed I don’t! Either way-
She was interrupted by a gentle knock on her door. She pondered who it could be. Maybe it was Victoria? Although, Victoria knocking that gently seemed like a nigh impossibil-
“Are you in there, Dorkfield?” She shouted through the thin wood of her dorm room door. Max let out a small chuckle to herself, grabbing her messenger bag off of her desk and stuffing her diary inside before slinging the bag around her shoulder. As she walked to the door, she quickly stopped to look at the wardrobe mirror Victoria got her a few weeks ago. Or, well, she was looking at herself, not so much the mirror, but you know what I mean!
She ran a hand down her own hip as she admired the outfit Victoria picked out for her last night. Stylish, chic, but not too tacky. Victoria knew she didn’t want some super attention-seeking, shiny golden dress or whatever. Not that there’s anything wrong with that, but that’s like… too much attention.
No, thanks. She thought to herself. Her gaze moved up to her own hairdo. For once, she’d decided actually to put some effort into that as well. Not much, of course. She’d tied her hair into a neat ponytail, a blue streak running through it, leftover from a bet she lost to Chloe last week. Nothing that special, but she liked to do her best for Victoria. As much as her best could do.
Max let out a small chuckle, asking herself why she cared so much about how she looked all of a sudden. But as she opened the door, that question answered itself. “You look… u-uh, amaz-”
Victoria smirked at Max stumbling over her words. “We’ve been together for how long? And you’re still having trouble calling me the beauty I am?” She teased, before embracing Max in a hug. They stayed like that for a few moments, before Victoria let go, revealing a red-faced Max in front of her.
Victoria let out a soft chuckle. “You really are nervous about this, aren’t you?”
“Kinda.” Max admitted, scratching the back of her head. “I don’t know, I just don’t want to embarrass you. We’ve been on dates before, but never like, in the same place as all your friends. People already think it’s weird that we started dating, I can’t imagine the looks when you’re not even hiding it anymore.”
“Are you serious? If anyone even looks funny at us, they’ll regret it. Don’t worry.” Victoria replied. She looked back at Max, as the insecure expression on her face hadn’t dissipated just yet. “Look, forget about them. I don’t give a shit what they think about you or me.” Victoria said as she took Max’s hand. “I give a shit about you and me, the rest can keel over and die for all I care.”
Max’s cheeks turned a bright red again. “You’re such a charmer.”
“How else could I have ensnared you?” Victoria replied with a soft smile. “Come on, let’s go.”
It was only a few hours later that Max and Victoria would be smushed against each other, dancing in a crowd of people. The music was loud enough to blow out Max’s eardrums, and the smell was a vile mix of alcohol, sweat and weed. All in all, it wasn’t particularly her type of scene.
But there, dancing her heart to some song she’d never heard before, with the girl she’d grown to love, it just felt right. Slowly, the so-manyeth party song faded out, and as Max leaned her head forward onto Victoria’s shoulder to take a short rest between songs, a voice crackled onto the sound system instead of the expected music.
“Okay guys! Thirty seconds to midnight, and to the new year, let’s count down!” The excited voice yelled.
“This guy sucks.” Victoria whispered into Max’s ear, causing her to chuckle as the sound of the crowd counting down played in the background. Around the time that they reached the twenty-second mark, Max pulled her head back up to look at Victoria.
“Fifteen, fourteen, thirteen…” Max began counting along, a small smile on her face as she stared a hole into Victoria’s eyes. Around the 10-second mark, Victoria began counting along.
“Five, four…” They counted down in unison with the whole group. Slowly they neared the final digit, the entrance to the new year. And as the syllable of the number three formed its way across Max’s lips, images from earlier this year flashed through her mind. Her first time meeting Victoria, their first ‘date’, the first time they’d kissed. Victoria had made her happy, and… well, she hoped she’d done the same to Victoria. These last few months with the blonde girl had been some of the best of her life, times she wouldn’t have traded for the world.
The countdown neared the end, and as Max could see the number one cross Victoria’s lips, she didn’t hesitate for a second. Immediately she pushed herself up to match Victoria’s height better, and pushed her lips against Victoria’s. It took the other girl a moment to register what had just happen, but after less than a second she reciprocated. Lovingly she wrapped her arms around Max’s back, pulling her in closer as they made out to the sound of music and fireworks.
Their moment lasted for a few seconds, stretching across the barrier between years, their kiss a sort of chronological seal on their relationship. A promise of love and prosperity. A message written in passion and care, a vow to love each other. Although, not that kind of vow to love each other. They weren’t getting married.
After a few moments, Max was the first to pull back. The music and fireworks had been going off since they began kissing, but only now did the sound truly sink in. She threw a messy smile at Victoria, visibly unable to keep her glee hidden.
“I love you, Vic.” Max said smitten, as Victoria’s cheeks lit up an even brighter shade of pink. “You’re my density, I mean, Destiny.”
“I love you too, dork.” Victoria mumbled, trying to suppress the goofy smile that was begging to take over her face. Spoiler alert, she failed. Max buried her head into Victoria’s chest, as the blonde slowly began leading her along into a dance again. “I caught that Back To The Future reference, by the way.”
Max giggled. “I was hoping you would.”