#Reading this back gave me the worst secondhand embarrassment ever lmao but it’s ok

[sarastellasari]

New Years Kiss (Part One)

part two, part three (they’re also at the bottom!)

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Grayson Hawthorne sighed as he stared at his brothers' expectant faces. 

“For the last time, no, I will not find a girl so I can get a New Year's kiss.”

“But Grayson!” Xander pouted, giving the blonde-haired boy puppy eyes,  “You’re the only one of us who won't get one!” Xander had very good puppy eyes, but Grayson had become resistant to them over a lifetime.

“There’s not even a single girl?” Nash asked curiously, frowning. Grayson shook his head, face turning hot.  

“Gray, we're worried.” Nash sighed, patting the spot between him and Jameson on Grayson's bed. Grayson did not sit down.

“You've barely ever been with anyone!” Xander sighed, flopping down empathetically. Jameson nodded in agreement. 

“Emily died years ago, Gray, it's time to get over her.” Grayson jerked his head up, startled. 

“You think this is about Emily?” Jameson frowned. 

“Is it not?” Grayson hesitated. Was it about Emily? No, he decided firmly, he just hadn't had time to date between college and helping Avery. He only had so much time in a day, or a month, or a year after all. 

“My dating life, or lack of one, has nothing to do with Emily.” He confirmed. Nash frowned. Jameson raised an eyebrow. Xander grimaced.

“What caused it then? Please explain in great detail,” Jameson said, lacing his fingers together as though he was one of Grayson's professors. Grayson frowned.

“I don’t really know, I guess.” He admitted. “I guess I just don’t really have time for dating.” Xander frowned. 

“No time for dating? Man, sounds like college sucks. Even though you don't date, do a lot of girls like you, since you’re a Hawthorne?” Grayson flushed, thinking of the stampedes, the sunglasses he had to wear, the love notes slipped under his door, and his singular kiss while he was away. 

“Yeah,” he admitted. Jameson and Xander grinned, no doubt thinking of what was going to come in only a few years.

“Guys, you all have girlfriends.” Xander smiled dreamily at the thought. Jameson smirked.

“Yes we do,” he agreed. “And we have people we’re gonna kiss on New Year's.” Grayson scowled at his unsubtle attempt to steer the subject back to their original topic.

“Enough, Jameson. And the rest of you as well. I will not be kissing a girl on New Year. End of discussion.” 

Grayson pretended he didn’t notice the looks his brothers were exchanging, the matching smirks on their faces.

Let them try, He thought. But no girl will be kissing me. 

No matter what devious plan his brothers came up with.

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“Heiress, I’m gonna need you to invite Lyra to our New Year’s party,” Jameson smirked, walking into Avery’s room, completely shirtless.

“O-okay?” Avery said, looking up from her book and raising an eyebrow. “Why?” 

“Oh, you know. She’s our friend. And stuff.” Avery set her book down. “Grayson needs a New Year's kiss.” Avery grinned.

“Aww, and you wanna be his wingman! How sweet!” Jameson scowled. Avery laughed internally.

“No it’s just- have you seen the way he looks at her?” Avery nodded. 

“And the way she looks at him?” The couple exchanged a look. 

“Reminds me of us,” Jameson added, stalking towards the bed. Avery laughed.

“I’ll go call Lyra.” Jameson cheerfully tossed Avery her phone, Lyra’s numbers already punched in.

“How did you- never mind.” Jameson wandered to Avery’s closet, pulling out a shirt. Avery absentmindedly watched him. Jumping when she heard Lyra answer.

“Hello?” 

“Hi Lyra, this is Avery,” Avery responded, eyes still on Jameson's back muscles. He had very nice back muscles.

“Hey, Avery. What’s up? Is everything ok?” 

“Yeah, everything is fine, w-“ Avery smirked as she got an idea. “Grayson was wondering if you would like to attend our New Year’s party. It’s at our house on… New Year’s Eve” 

“I assumed,” Lyra responded. Avery cringed, glowering at Jameson who was shaking with silent laughter, his shirt now on but unbuttoned. “I would love to come through. What time does it start?” 

“Uh, 7?” Avery guessed. She didn’t actually know, but seven seemed like a plausible time. 

“Great. I’ll be there. Tell Grayson I say thanks for the invite. Bye, Avery!” And she hung up.

“Yes!” Jameson cheered. Avery high-fived him, grinning. The brothers' plan was working perfectly. 

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part two, part three (again)