It’s cold and crowded and awfully bright for night time. John’s been dragging you around the country for the past few weeks, wanting to show you all the awesome stuff earth has to offer! (and by earth i mean america, he’d added. there’s tons of crazy weird stuff here, and we are going to see it all, and it is going to be great.) You had agreed, but it was only later that you would realize just what exactly a road trip with John Egbert entailed.
This is the last stop. The city is called New York, and it is very big, loud, and active. Apparently it’s one of the most famous cities in the world, but you’ve been pretty much unimpressed so far. It has a lot of tall buildings. So what? You fail to see the attraction.
“We’re going to see the--”
“Ball drop, yeah, I know,” you finish for him. “That was a rhetorical question.”
“Aw, lighten up, Vriska!” he says, bumping you slightly with his shoulder. “This is a pretty big deal! Lots of people have ‘see the ball drop in Times Square’ on their bucket list.”
“Well, I’m boooooooored. And it’s freezing. How much longer are we going to have to stand around waiting for this thing?” You've already had to stand here for quite a long time. Some people, John told you earlier, wait all day for a good spot. You can't imagine spending that much time in one place.
John checks his watch.
“Fifteen minutes,” he announces, and you let out a small groan.
“Come on, do you want some glasses? I can get you some. It’ll help you get into the New Year’s spirit!”
You snort.
“I’m good, thanks.”
“You’re passing up a perfect opportunity to sport authentic human fashion.”
“Strangely, I have no problem with this.”
“I understand if you’re afraid of looking bad next to me. There aren’t many people who can pull off this look.”
“John, you look ridiculous.”
“No, I look fun.”
“And fun is what tonight is all about! That and also getting drunk and promising yourself a bunch of things you probably will not keep.”
“This holiday is dumb,” you say, and attempt to bury yourself in your jacket. It doesn’t help much.
The crowd around you begins to scream. The violent assault on your auricular sponge clots is far from pleasant, but John’s grin grows wider and he turns around.
“It’s started!” he shouts. You can barely hear him. People begin to push forward, bumping into you, and forcing you up against those standing in front of you. It’s uncomfortable and a bit alarming and you can’t help but get a little jumpy when everyone starts to count down in unison.
10!
John turns to you. His hat’s fallen off and his silly glasses are gone. There’s excitement in his eyes, as well as something mischievous. He’s ready to max out his prankster’s gambit, and that makes you a bit nervous.
9!
“John?” you ask. You almost can’t hear yourself.
8!
“Don’t be alarmed!”
7!
“Why would I be alarmed?”
6!
“I’m about to do something, alright?”
5!
“What?”
4!
“Earth custom!”
3!
He grabs your shoulders.
2!
He’s close enough that you can feel his breath on your face. The warmth of it makes your cheeks burn.
1!
His lips find yours.
The square erupts into a singular “Happy New Year!” Confetti rains from the sky.
FILL: TEAM DAVE<3JADE
It’s cold and crowded and awfully bright for night time. John’s been dragging you around the country for the past few weeks, wanting to show you all the awesome stuff earth has to offer! (and by earth i mean america, he’d added. there’s tons of crazy weird stuff here, and we are going to see it all, and it is going to be great.) You had agreed, but it was only later that you would realize just what exactly a road trip with John Egbert entailed.
This is the last stop. The city is called New York, and it is very big, loud, and active. Apparently it’s one of the most famous cities in the world, but you’ve been pretty much unimpressed so far. It has a lot of tall buildings. So what? You fail to see the attraction.
“We’re going to see the--”
“Ball drop, yeah, I know,” you finish for him. “That was a rhetorical question.”
“Aw, lighten up, Vriska!” he says, bumping you slightly with his shoulder. “This is a pretty big deal! Lots of people have ‘see the ball drop in Times Square’ on their bucket list.”
“Well, I’m boooooooored. And it’s freezing. How much longer are we going to have to stand around waiting for this thing?” You've already had to stand here for quite a long time. Some people, John told you earlier, wait all day for a good spot. You can't imagine spending that much time in one place.
John checks his watch.
“Fifteen minutes,” he announces, and you let out a small groan.
“Come on, do you want some glasses? I can get you some. It’ll help you get into the New Year’s spirit!”
You snort.
“I’m good, thanks.”
“You’re passing up a perfect opportunity to sport authentic human fashion.”
“Strangely, I have no problem with this.”
“I understand if you’re afraid of looking bad next to me. There aren’t many people who can pull off this look.”
“John, you look ridiculous.”
“No, I look fun.”
“And fun is what tonight is all about! That and also getting drunk and promising yourself a bunch of things you probably will not keep.”
“This holiday is dumb,” you say, and attempt to bury yourself in your jacket. It doesn’t help much.
The crowd around you begins to scream. The violent assault on your auricular sponge clots is far from pleasant, but John’s grin grows wider and he turns around.
“It’s started!” he shouts. You can barely hear him. People begin to push forward, bumping into you, and forcing you up against those standing in front of you. It’s uncomfortable and a bit alarming and you can’t help but get a little jumpy when everyone starts to count down in unison.
10!
John turns to you. His hat’s fallen off and his silly glasses are gone. There’s excitement in his eyes, as well as something mischievous. He’s ready to max out his prankster’s gambit, and that makes you a bit nervous.
9!
“John?” you ask. You almost can’t hear yourself.
8!
“Don’t be alarmed!”
7!
“Why would I be alarmed?”
6!
“I’m about to do something, alright?”
5!
“What?”
4!
“Earth custom!”
3!
He grabs your shoulders.
2!
He’s close enough that you can feel his breath on your face. The warmth of it makes your cheeks burn.
1!
His lips find yours.
The square erupts into a singular “Happy New Year!” Confetti rains from the sky.
Maybe this holdiay isn’t so dumb, after all.