"Mate or not, you're still a jerk" I said and bent, brushing my lips against his "but you're my jerk" I kissed him softly and felt him smile against my lips. Faintly I heard the voices of the people downstairs counting down the seconds till the new year would come.
Five
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Two
One
I smiled as I pulled back and looked at my mate as I heard the fireworks and saw the faint lights coming from the window.
"Happy new year Ethan"
"Happy new year Lily"
I laid beside him and smiled as I looked at him. At that moment I knew I didn't regret anything that happened over the years. My mate wasn't perfect and neither was I. We would drive each other crazy that was a definite fact. But we both loved each other, imperfections and all, and that's the best kind of love.