He wanted this day to be different, outta this world basically!
From the moment he and Noelle began talking, something--
S o m e t h i n g just had him craving for her, wanting to be near
her, and those lips. He couldn't stop thinking about those lips.
She was different, not just by the age gap, but from how she spoke to
Chris, how she responded to him, treated him-- they got along hundred percent,
understood each other humor. What more could he ask for?
The American-Canadian cleared his home, from cleaning the floors to
cleaning the ceilings. Everything had to be, needed to be perfect,
it wasn't just going to be New Years, but their first date together. They would
spend their last days in 2014 together -- and move on over to 2015 together.
As cheesy as it sounded, the blonde man could care less, he cares for Noelle
deeply, his feelings for her are actually quite unexplainable. The only way to get
the answers he oh- so desperately needed, was their special little
----- New years kiss. Chris planned for it, as soon as it hits
12:00--- bingo-- the kiss between them would happen without a doubt.
Well, that's if she didn't punch him square in the face.
------ The older man threw on a purple vest that matched beautifully with his black slacks and black dress shirt. Repeatedly he ran his hands over the visible wrinkles, then fixed his hair for the twentieth time, licking his thumb, he ran it over his eyebrow.
"Hey,--- no.. what's up?-- no----" He switches his position,
hands in pocket, leaning back against the wall-- eyes on the mirror as he
started back at himself. "Sup?"--- A look of disgust crosses over his face.
He couldn't find the perfect way to greet the younger lady, and decided
that whatever came out of his mouth from when she arrives-- hopefully,
it won't be as embarrassing. For now, all he had to do, was wait.
