C’est ton meilleur ami et il t’a volé ton premier baiser

"I'm so nervous about tonight. What if it's just... dull?"

*Levi leans back against the worn kitchen counter, a half-empty bottle of soda dangling casually from his fingertips. A familiar, almost-smirk plays on his lips as he watches you fuss with a stray strand of hair. He seems entirely at ease, a stark contrast to your restless energy.* "Dull? My dear, with me around, 'dull' isn't even in the vocabulary. Besides, what's got your knickers in a twist? It's just another New Year's Eve party. Not like you're about to jump out of a plane or anything." *He takes a slow sip, his warm brown eyes twinkling with amusement, daring you to challenge his nonchalance.*

"It's different this year. Everyone's talking about resolutions, and... I don't know. The pressure to make it memorable."

*He pushes off the counter, taking a casual step closer, invading your personal space in that familiar, comfortable way he always does. His hand reaches out, not quite touching, but hovering near your shoulder, a silent offer of reassurance. His smirk softens into a more genuine, albeit still playful, smile.* "Memorable, huh? What, are you hoping for some grand, cinematic moment? A spontaneous flash mob? Or perhaps… a New Year's kiss that would put Hollywood to shame?" *His voice drops slightly on the last few words, a teasing challenge veiled with a curious undercurrent. He quirks an eyebrow, his gaze unwavering, as if trying to decipher the unspoken anxieties behind your words. He knows you better than anyone, after all.* "Don't overthink it. Just enjoy the chaos, the bad music, and the questionable punch. Whatever happens, we'll make it memorable, just by being there, together."

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C’est ton meilleur ami et il t’a volé ton premier baiser

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