Sylvester, before everything happened:

I wasn't supposed to go on dates or even partys with alcohol.

Brian, my twin, wasn't supposed to do that, too. The only difference was; he was the captain of the ice hockey team, so he needed to go. He went on so many dates and so many partys, that the people forgot to ask, if he could bring me, in the past known as the partymaker, with him.

And that's why I am much more than drunk and high on the Silvesterparty of the year, dancing around like I don't care, when I actually know everyone here and what they will say in new year about me.

I just didn't know, that my brother wasn't here, when the other teammates flirt like they die tomorrow morning at this damn party and strut around like they own this place.

Well, maybe my brother had better plans for tonight, then doing the same things as them, but I didn't care anymore. It was too much of everything I had at this point.

And then, still 1992 at 11.54 pm I saw him the first time. A hockey player, definetly older than me, standing at the bar they build up in seconds for the party with a mojito in his hand, his eyes narrowed at mine. I couldn't breathe until he looked away... but it felt like burning fire in my lung, when he did.

He was perfect.

Not even meant in a physical way, more in a sense like he was the one. The one that every girl wants, besides my brother, the one that makes sport, but doesn't talk too much about it, the one... the one with a hidden scar or something that makes him mysterious, but not in the way that you wouldn't trust him or break up with him because he didn't tell you. The smart but kind one... the one you can see the muscles under his shirt, but not in the way he wanted it and... and...

He looked at me again. And I couldn't even think. Then he walked past the teenagers who were partying like they haven't a soul and came straight to me to my table where I danced a few seconds before with a guy or a girl, I didn't remember, cause my focus for everything was down at that moment. But then I saw him and clicked my focus on again, cause I didn't want to lose a little tiny bit of the moment.

„Can we go outside?", was his first sentence to me. I nodded slowly. What did he want to do with me outside? That didn't make much sense. But well, he was hot. And his voice? Sounded like the best summer you could have in much better you expected it to be.

So, I followed him, drunk and high, outside without a jacket or something that holds me warm... but he gave me his jacket. I repeat slowly; But... he... gave... me... his... jacket!

He wasn't even noticing that I turned red beside him, but how could he know? Just how could he know, that I felt cold? It was so sweet, that it makes him hotter, even it was not possible anymore to be hotter. And there is definetly no hotter guy around my age than him.

„I saw you... well, not today, I mean, yes, today but... damn it, that's not the point... I-?" He stopped when I gave him a kiss.

In my defense... it was midnight, what meant new years eve and it was a thing on this party that you kiss the one next to you. I didn't even bother to do it... or that he didn't kiss me back because he was too surprised for that.

And it was incredible!

Like... no, I can't describe the kiss to you. It was just... perfect. Magnetizing. Like I wanted more... much more from him after that. And he didn't even kissed me back.

And isn't that the description of the guy, that everyone loves no matter what age or gender?
Well, he was definetly the type for it.

„I... that... it was..."

„So unexpected?" I asked with a grin on my face that could reach my ears.

„You're drunk."

My grin faded.

„A problem with that? C'mon, it's new years eve! I don't want to fight on new years eve cause I am drunk and high... please? And it's a tradition to kiss someone near you at new year on this party. So, if you didn't like it, you don't need to do it again. It was just a kiss, okay?" I explained to him as calm as I could, cause my heart was still pounding like a drum.

„No. I... I was just... surprised. I didn't find the right words and than you kissed me out of nowhere. I knew the tradition is a thing here. But... Really, unexpected is the best word for it." he made me turn red again. But he didn't go outside with me, because of that.

„Why did you even wanted to talk with me? It's a party. You could have talk with me in school, if you've wanted to... not that I saw you there before." I explained him the whole party thing, cause I thought he didn't really notice that were on a party and not in school.

„No. I can't. That's why I wanted to talk with you here. Because I knew that the partymaker herself would go to this party, no matter what, because it's the best and worst party of the year." he blocked me.

„But... why?" I pleaded him to tell me.

„Because... I am... I..."
I didn't find the right words to tell me why he can't talk to me like a normal person in school. But then I remembered why.

„You're his best friend! I... I kissed you. And... and... oh my... hell, no! You wouldn't tell him that, would you?" I asked aggressivly.

„No! Damn no... if he knows... I am dead if he knows." he sighed.

„So... only that kiss. No more talking, no more of everything between us and we keep the little kiss on midnight as our secret, 'kay?" I made a deal with him and look into his eyes. Beautiful greyblue stormy eyes. God, damn it! If he wasn't the bestfriend of my twin I couldn't control myself and would kiss him again...

„Deal."
Then he said and turned around like I am noone to him right after the kiss and all, but I could see his fight just by his body language.

And there I stood, still with his jacket on with no intention to follow him or going to the party to get me more drunk and high.

So I turned around.

I was alone, so there is noone who could drive me home. With other words; I ran till my feet hurtes and my mouth tasted like blood, down the street, then left, then right and left again to the pretty house on the end of the road, where I live.

And he fucking knows it.

The next morning:
When I woke up, I had no idea where I was. I had a green big blanket on me. The walls, if you could see through the ice hockey stuff there were, was in a light blue. There was a couch in grey a table in grey, well, most of the things here were grey. The others were green, like the blanket, so dark it could be a mix of dark green and black.

And then I saw which ice hockey stuff hang on the walls; I would remember the team of my brother, only when they show me the colour of there flags, they made in middle school.

I wasn't in my brothers bed., my head screams to the headache, I got from yesterday.
This is a room from one of his team mates!

Panic streams through my venes. No. No, no, no, no! That can't be-?

Someone knocked on the the door. Once, then twice, cause I didn't react to it.
„Can I come in?", a deep beautiful voice asked me quietly. I nodded, before I noticed that the guy couldn't see it, so I said „Yes.", directly after it.

The door opened. My heart stopped beating. Then I saw my brothers best friend with food, water and aspirin on a tray.

I need to know how many things went wrong yesterday.