The music is thumping through my entire body, as if making my heart beat. The house's pumping, too. I'm holding an alcoholic beverage in my hand, though I'm not quite sure what it is, the EVERYTHING is shaking and there's a person filling up every two inches that I can't even see past Josh's face, who hasn't left my side since I picked up the beer can.

I don't even know why I don't normally drink alcohol...

I do that jumping thing that people do at dance parties, which is just practically jumping up and down along with everyone else because it's the only dance move that looks good. Josh dances with me, which I am super happy about because I was the only one doing it. Unlike the others, he's actually dancing. A few other people join in, now, and I whoop in excitement. Somehow, it seems like just Josh and I are dancing as the music changes from awesome base and dub step to slow, but still reasonably cool.

It's that part of the song, and it'll soon change back to awesome base and dub step. I sling my arms over Josh's shoulders, doing the cliche thing as he puts his hands on my waist. I roll my head back in laughter. This doesn't affect out friendship at all. I don't have a crush on him, who said I had a crush on him and am slightly enjoying this? Huh, no one, that's who!

Then, the base drops and I rip away from him, busting out into moves that I think is cool, but it probably looks terrible. Oh, well, at least Josh is dancing with me. He's moving so much that his dark purple button up shirt is moving over his stomach and I can see the 'v' underneath. Shit, quit looking! I look away casually. Has he noticed? I hope he hasn't noticed....

By the looks of it, no. Okay, good.

The song ends, and I flop down on the couch, a bit of beer splashing out of the can as I sit down so abruptly. "Not up for another dance?" Josh smirks at me, sitting down next to me.

"I don't often go to parties," I admit.

"Except when you're drunk," Josh jokes.

I lean over and plop my hand on his head, my fingers getting slightly lost in his shaggy, dark hair. "That's what I like about you," I say, my speech slurred.

"That doesn't even make any sense. You don't often go to parties except when you're drunk and that's what you like about me," he chuckles and I move my hand down his face and press a finger on his lips.

"Sssshhh. Let it happen," I mumble.

I take an over the top sip of my beer can and do a loud burp. Josh grabs a can of Pepsi and takes a swig, before burping louder than me. I raise an eyebrow and drink the last drop of beer, before reaching for another one. Josh puts his hand over mine to stop me. "Woah, woah. Don't you think you've have enough?" He asks, actual concern in his voice.

"Nah, bro! I wanna 'nother one! Hangover is future me's problem!" I slur.

He gives me a cheeky look and takes a swing of his Pepsi. "I bet you can't burp as loud as me," he says teasingly, before belching one to the heavens.

"Shall we find out?" I challenge, getting a lemonade instead and taking a large sip.

"We shall!" Josh declares, and I burp louder than he just did. "Someone's quite the tiger," he remarks.

"Tiger? Me! Pfffft. Bitch, I'm a lioness!" I declare to some people passing by, before bellowing another burp.

"Hey! No fair," Josh pretends to sulk and drinks more of his soft drink. "I wanna be a lion, too!"

He does the loudest burp I have ever heard and we both erupt in laughter because I'm drunk and I'm pretty sure he's got some alcohol in his system, too. We both sit on the purple couch, observing everything and watching the legs going back and forth past us.

"Y'know, I used to take art classes," I mutter.

"I used to play soccer," Josh mutters back.

"Yeah? Well I'm a writer now," I say back.

"I'm a waiter," Josh murmurs.

"Pfft, what? You don't even like people," I slur.

"It's you who doesn't like people," Josh fires back.

"Ouch," I say sarcastically, suddenly getting pissed off at the loud music. "Y'know, I didn't even want a party here."

"That's because you don't like people," Josh murmurs and I laugh a little, smiling at the coffee table before us.

"I just don't like the mess that people bring," I answer, dropping my lemonade on the carpet. Shit, I'm gonna pay for that when I'm sober.

"People don't make mess-" Josh starts, but then I roll my head in his direction and give him a 'bitch, please' look. "Oh."

I put a hand to my head and grab a fistful of hair. "Why'd you do this?" I ask.

"Do what?" Josh asks.

"Throw your party here," I answer.

"Why'd you lie to me?" He replies.

"I didn't lie to you," I say, as if he's just said that I told him to dive into a pit of piranhas.

"Yes, you did. You said you were sick and you're clearly not. Why'd you lie to me?" Josh presses.

I sigh and pinch my nose bridge. The main reason? Pinkie Pie. I hope she's okay. But what do I tell Josh? He's my only friend, but I met him a few months ago. "It's complicated," I mutter, crossing my arms and staring at the floor.

"No, tell me," Josh insists.

"I can't tell you," I half yell, turning away from him.

"Why not?" He starts.

"You wouldn't understand," I say a little too soon.

"What wouldn't I understand?" He hisses.

"Josh, really, shut up!" I growl through gritted teeth.

This guy is really pushing my buttons. "Not until you tell me what's going on, maybe I could help you," Josh half shouts.

I stand up, and so does he. "You can't help me, you'll ruin everything!" I yell.

"So you admit it?" He asks.

"What? Admit what?" I hiss.

"You need my help," He replies.

"No! Look, you're making things even more difficult than they already are," I spit, walking away.

"What things are difficult?" I hear over my shoulder. Oh great. He's following me.

"Keeping a secret," I say through grit teeth.

"Look, I just want to help," Josh says, following me upstairs.

"You can't help!" I shout, storming into my room which, thankfully, doesn't have people making accidental babies in my bed. I turn around to slam my door, but and stopped midway by Josh's strength on the other side. "Go away!" I shout.

"No!" He yells back. I push harder, trying to close the door, but Josh just isn't giving up. Somehow, I manage to close the door and lock it. Josh bangs his fist on the door. "Let me in!" He yells.

"Never!" I holler, leaning pointlessly against the door.

There is no noise except for the loud music and insignificant people in the background, and for a minute there, I actually thought he was gone. But no. No, he's not. "Look, just let me in," He calls.

I sigh and press the back of my head to the door. "Look, just leave me alone," I growl, imitating his words.

I hear him sigh in frustration on the other side of the door and smile in satisfaction. Shit, I can hear him leaning against the door and sliding down to the floor to sit. Suddenly, I hear him gasp and stand up and a familiar voice go, "Eep!" Then a door slamming.

"Oh my god, am I on crack?" he says.

I climb up and open the door. Josh is looking in the direction of Pinkie's bedroom. He turns to me, mouth agape. "I think I'm going crazy, but... there's a Pinkie Pie in that room," He says breathlessly.

"Join the club," I answer, walking into Pinkie's room and guesture for Josh to follow.

I figured, if he's seen her, he might as well know. He follows me into Pinkie's room, where she is nowhere to be seen. I close the door behind us and slide the closet doors open. As expected, Pinkie's hiding underneath her mountain of toys, hugging Gummy desperately. "You see, Josh," I sigh, pointing towards the terrified pink pony. "That's my secret."

Josh's jaw drops. He turns to me, wide eyed, then to Pinkie, then back to me. "How long?" He says, almost inaudible.

"A year ago tomorrow," I reply, smirking.

He claps a hand over his mouth when he looks back at Pinkie, who moves only slightly because a transformer is poking into her back. I crouch down and reach my hand out to Pinkie. "It's okay, Pinks. He's a friend," I say soothingly.

Pinkie creeps cautiously out, holding Gummy to her chest and collapsing her toy fortress. Pinkie moves her head under my hand and lets me pat her, staring cautiously at Josh. Her eyes flick to me and then back to him rapidly, before she goes into a hug with me. I lift Pinkie up and carry her to her bed, which I sit down on, scratching behind her ear.

Josh sits down next me, the two not breaking eye contact. "Um, may I?" He asks, not really knowing what to do.

"Ask her," I state.

Josh reaches his hand out to pat Pinkie, pausing in front of her nose. Pinkie's pupils go big, staring at his hand like it was magical or something. She hesitates for a moment, before putting her head underneath his hand so now it was immersed in curly, pink hair.

Josh gasps. "Is this really happening?" He half whispers.

I don't answer, instead I stare at the ground. "This is why I didn't want a party. Pinkie and I were planning one together," I murmur.

"Geez, sorry," Josh says to me, before looking at Pinkie again and pulling his hand away. He blinks. "How did you even find her?"

I cover Pinkie's ears so she couldn't hear. "In a cardboard box down an alley way on my way home one day. I didn't know what to do, and I didn't want people taking her off to a lab and doing experiments on her or anything, so I took her in," I reply.

"And you've been living with her for a whole year?" Josh says, amazed.

I nod. "But you can't tell anyone about this. Please, promise me you won't!" I exclaim, slapping my hands on his shoulders and looking him straight in the eye.

"You have my word," Josh says truthfully.

"Oh thank god," I sigh, removing my hands.

Suddenly, a girl I've never met opens the door and pokes her head in. I slip Pinkie behind my back and we look up at her. "Josh! Do you and your friend wanna come down and play truth or dare and spin the bottle before midnight? There's cake!" She asks in her raspy voice.

"Uh... Ok! This is Kirsty," Josh says, introducing me.

"I want cake," Pinkie whispers in my ear.

I smile at Kirsty and watch as Josh leaves with her, before turning to Pinkie. "You can't be seen, but I'll save some cake for you," I whisper back.

"Mommy, are you sure we can trust him?" Pinkie asks warily.

"We're kinda gonna have to, now," I shrug. "Stay hidden."

With that, I turn and close the door behind me to join the group downstairs.

When I get into the living room, the music has stopped and everyone is sitting in a circle next to the TV, which is turned on so we could monitor the countdown. I join the circle of people I don't know, sitting cross legged and opposite to Josh. "Okay," says Kirsty, "This is a little invention game. We spin the bottle," she holds up an empty glass booze bottle, "And whoever it lands on, you have to either kiss or give that person a truth or dare. If you don't accept the dare, you have to kiss the person of your darer's choice. Everyone clear?"

Everyone nods. "Okay, let's get this party started!" Says a guy that I don't know, but he's sitting next to me.

"Who's going first?" Josh asks, "This bottle spin doesn't count, it just goes to the person who's going to start it."

He puts the bottle in the middle of the circle and with a flick of the wrist, it starts spinning. The bottle neck ends up on some girl I don't know. "Natalie!" The guy next to me announces her name.

She spins the bottle, and it lands on some other guy that I don't know (as always). She goes right in for the kiss, no questions asked. I'd like to do that to someone, but I don't have the courage. When they've finished, the guy spins the bottle. It lands on me 😓.

"Truth or dare?" He says.

"Flattered that you wouldn't want a piece of this, but dare," I say, crossing my arms.

Josh chuckles at my remark, and the guy continues, an evil grin on his face. "I dare you to... drink two bottles of vodka, then take your shirt off and yell, 'Livin' la vida loka! And if you don't, you have to knock on your neighbour's door and kiss whoever answers it!"

Uh, no. No way. Not in a million years, I'd be too drunk, and I would make an idiot of myself. Do you have any idea how strong vodka is? "Hand it over, perv!" I demand.

The guy hands it to me, but Josh stops him. "Dude! She'll be too drunk to play the rest of the game," he makes an excuse for me.

"Are you worried about her, Joshie woshie?" The guy mocks, making a kissy face.

This guy is a jerk. "You've obviously had way too much. That's what alcohol can do to you," I remark.

The guy glares at me and then smirks. "Okay, then you have to kiss... Josh!"

"What!?" We both exclaim in unison.

"No way! I mean, it's not that I don't like you, Josh, it's just that I don't like like you," I say, lying a little bit. Only a tiny bit, I swear.

Josh nods, "Yeah, yeah, me too."

"Are you too chicken?" The guy mocks.

Urgh. I look at Josh. He looks at me. I sigh, rubbing my temples. "I don't know why I'm saying this, but fine. Whatever it'll take to shut you up," I hiss at the guy.

"Yeah, I mean, it's just kissing. No big deal. And spin the bottle, like really? What are we, in high school?" Josh rants, "Or is this just that cliche part of a fan fiction?"

"And the countdown 'till midnight begins!" Says the barbie impersonator on TV, just like last year.

"Ten," the group chants, staring devilishly at Josh and I.

"Nine."

We both move into the middle of the circle.

"Eight."

Josh and I move closer, now only centimetres apart.

"Seven."

"I just wanted to let you know that this does not, in any way, affect our friendship," I state.

"Six."

"Yeah," Josh nods.

"Five."

"In no way," he adds.

"Four."

"No way," I agree.

"Three."

"You ready?" He asks.

"Two."

"As I'll ever be," I smile.

"One."

We lean in, I close my eyes and the gap between our lips as he presses his against mine. The small group cheers. Hooooly shit! I'm kissing Josh, I'm kissing Josh!

Do I like it?

...Yes. No. Maybe? Okay, fine, YES!

His lips are just so soft! It's the best feeling, like, ever! But just as quickly as it begins, it ends when he pulls away. I try to hide the disappointment on my face. "Happy New Year," he smiles.

A smile etches across my face as well. I guess I kinda wanted him to do that. But he'll never know.

"Happy New Year, Joshie Woshie," I joke.

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Ooooh! They kissed .3.

So what do you think of this Josh? Do you think we can trust him? Also, does anyone have any ideas for a story line? We need some memories, people!

Link to the song they were dancing to here; http://youtu.be/QaBQOlchbt0

Thanks for reading!

Stay happy.

~Amazing_Burrito_Mare