saladlove | Happy New Year

Happy New Year!

This year, I resolve to try and het at least one post a week to Saladlove. Whether it be me or someone else.

But seriously, merry Halloween. Er, Happy Christmas tree. No? Ummm.... Merry New Year! There we go!

I sprawled onto the bed, the incessant chattering of Sharpie and Haiti's argument running through my head.

"Haiti, we all know that cats are better than dogs!"

"That'll be true when the moon falls out of the sky."

"You just can't think of a meaningful argument."

"No!"

I cut in. "Haiti, cats are better than dogs, now you two shut up and help me plan decorations or help me god, you two won't see the light of day 'till I die!"

They shut up.

I brought out the sketchpad, already filled with ideas for decorations.

"What should we do here?" I asked Polar and Amethyst, pointing towards an unplanned place.

They launched into tangents, and I sat back as I let them take over.

This would be a long 24 hours.

"Hi!" Sharpie greeted Cooki as I nuzzled into my corner of the mind. She was better with people, despite being the alternate of depression, and having one white eye and one black traditionally tended to scare others off.

I opened my right eye, the black one, and watched the 'screen' that showed what Sharpie was seeing. She was talking to Ratt, or Rattattattattatta as I called him, drinking orange soda.

"You guys wanna go?" I motioned to the screen, watching them converse. I already knew what they would do.

Haiti would rile up Sollux, and annoy everybody else. Sharpie and Polar would speak to many people. Sapphire and Amethyst would stay back and observe. Chase would boast to all who could hear. And they would all push me out at new years, whether or not I protested.

"10!"

I felt the awkward sensation of being shoved back into pilot.

"9!"

"8!"

"7!"

"You guys really should experience New Years someday."

"6!"

Everyone chanted along, getting into spirit.

"No," they whispered in unison.

"5! 4!" the seconds, as usual, seemingly quickened. I calculated distances to get ready for the new year hugpile.

"3! 2! 1!"

I tackled the closest Saladers- Alice, Shawn, and Sollux, the other mods- into the 2015 hugpile.

"Happy New Year!"

The cheers echoed the room, Salader upon Salader in the hugpile. Fireworks blossomed in the air, creating a pallet of color in the navy blue midnight sky.

"And this is why you're the one to be pushed out at midnight," Sharpie said later, motioning to our mutual friends. I laughed. "Merry New Year, Sharp!"

"Happy New Year" she growled, pushing me a little.

"Mmhmm! Happy New Year!"

And I hoped it would be.

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