Short Story: Our Little Infinity - Midnight Kiss
It is the first day
of the New Year and I have always believed that however you spend this day sets
the tone for the rest of the year. Only I didn’t count on being in a fight. A
fight that might I add, I had seen coming from a mile away!
“You could have
kissed anyone when the clock struck midnight,” he says, his voice almost a
wail, “Anyone. And still you chose him.”
I shrug. “I thought
you wouldn’t care. Didn’t you have your tongue down that pretty lady’s throat
in any case to notice?”
He frowns. “That is
not funny. And when will you realize that I really do care about you! Will you
stop going around kissing frogs?”
I smile at his
annoyance, “I am hoping one day at least one of them would turn into a prince
and surprise me.”
“Oh yeah,” he
challenges, “How’s that worked out for you so far?”
I gesture for him to
look around. He does and he sees the same thing I had seen not too long ago. Our
little infinity was built solely on our memories of each other. We had long
since established no one could take that away from us.
“I am a frog you have
kissed?” he asks, raising an eyebrow. “And are you disappointed that I didn’t
turn into a Prince.”
I roll my eyes.
“You’re not a Prince. You’re the snarky best friend that I am for some odd
reason extremely attracted to. But I respect what we have going on in each
other’s lives at the moment.”
He scowls. He never
did like being at the center of my arguments. “So you’re saying if I wasn’t on
a date on New Year’s Eve, we would have been bringing in the New Year with a
kiss?”
“Hey, I didn’t say
anything,” I answer, trying to keep my mouth from twisting into a smile. “I am
just saying that if you had such a problem with him you should have told me beforehand!”
“Why?” he almost
shouts, “Are you daft? It’s in the freaking bro code. You don’t mess with each
other’s girls!”
I burst into
laughter. Then when my laughter subsides, I say, “You’re adorable when you’re
mad. Also, I am your best friend. Not your girl. I am allowed to do whatever…”
“…except kiss him,”
he whines, “In a house full of people why did you choose him?”
I suck in my breath
and then I ask him, “Will it continue bothering you like this if I said I want
to see him again?”
“Yes!”
“Then I won’t see him
again.”
He smiles. I smile
back at him.
Then I ask, “But
who’s going to hold my hand and dance to those ridiculous numbers at tonight’s
party then?”
He holds out his
hand. Without hesitation, I take it.
“Gree-peep!” he says
solemnly.
I laugh, “Always the
frog, never the Prince!”
He swoops down and
gives me a peck on my cheek.
“Well, he’ll come
along when he has to. Until he arrives, I’ll be here - right next to you.”
The End