Just a Kiss and a Day

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*NOTE TO READER* This story has a lot of POV switches! just a heads up.. And I don't write in third person.. If you don't like the constant POV switches I'm sorry..:( But Thanks to every single one of you guys for reading my story and a special thanks to thos who continue and keep up with it..:)

Walking into the midnight dark living room, we were both exhausted. It was almost two in the morning and we just came back from an extremely wild party. I thought it would never end. Crazy thing is, we still weren't sleepy yet. We were just physically exhausted.

My best friend, Anaya, and I had gone to a party with her boyfriend Micah. The three of us always go out together, ever since the two love birds got together. We were like the three amigos, maybe even closer. Thankfully they always tried to include me in things and didn't make me feel like a third wheel.

Anaya has been my best friend since the third grade. We had the same PE class and nobody liked her so we became friends. In the fifth grade we had an assignment to find out the meaning of our names. That was really when we became best friends because we thought we were destined to be together and I believed it.

My name is Amaria, which means 'God has said.' Her name is Anaya, which means 'God answered.' Ever since we learned the meaning of our names, we've been inseparable, like we were conjoined at the hip or something. People even think that we're sisters. If it was our choice we would have been.

Flicking the light on, we walked into the now bright living room. "Amaria can you rub my feet please? They really hurt," Anaya whined, kicking off her apple red heels and flinging herself carelessly onto the soft couch, her legs hanging over the armrests. Knocking her feet down roughly as I walked by her, I sat down on the grey chair opposite from her.

"Never will I ever rub your feet again and you know it." I said coldly. She knows I hate feet more than anything else in the world. That's how I proved my love for my dear best friend in junior high. We weren't talking because I did something stupid involving her boyfriend at the time. I tried to gain her friendship back so she made me rub her crust busters. It was so disgusting. To any other person her feet were probably gorgeous, but to me, all feet are disgusting; even my own.

"But Amaria!" She whined, throwing her head back like a little kid throwing a temper tantrum.

"No," I stated simply.

"Please!" I knew she wasn't going to stop asking but she should know that I wasn't going to say yes.

"No," I said again in the same tone as before.

"Hmph," she huffed defeated. I won and we both knew it. Already over it and full of joy again, she asked, "So what are we going to do for New Years?" I almost forgot that next weekend was New Years and I was off work and so was Anaya.

"What do we do every freaking weekend Anaya? Party! Party! Party! Let's all get wasted!" I yelled pumping my fist in the air in excitement.

"Yea, well who are you going with?" She asked like the question wasn't completely obvious.

"You of course dodo," I said rolling my eyes and shaking my head like she was crazy for asking. Shame on her. She knows I only party if she's with me.

"Well duh. I mean what guy are you going with?" She asked me curiously, eyeing me, waiting for an answer.

"Well why do I have to go with a guy? I always party with you, and I've never had to bring a guy before." I stated, complaining like a little kid would. Never has she ever asked what guy I would go to a party with.

"Everybody knows that whoever you kiss on New Year's, at exactly twelve o'clock, is the person that you will spend the rest of the year with," she told me like it was something I should have already known.

"Oh yea?" I challenged, "What about the next year?" I wasn't going to kiss a stranger and fall into some evil plan of hers. She was probably trying to embarrass me.

"You kiss that person again on the next New Year's duh!" she said rolling her eyes at me. Climbing up off of the couch, she followed me as I made my way to my room.

Still not believing her, I asked, "And what if I don't like the guy?"

"Omg Amaria, kiss someone else gosh! You're so difficult," she lazily flung herself into my nice comfy bed without even changing her clothes.

"Aren't you going to change?" I asked with my hands on my hips like I was her mother.