"EMMA!!" I hear from behind. I turn round to see Caspar running towards me from up stairs.
"Caspar!" We smash into each other hugging very hard.
"So you guys are very close." Joe squeals from behind us.
"Yeah you could say that again." Caspar laughs.
We all go and sit down on the sofa; talking and talking for about an hour. I'm getting to know Joe more and me being the big sister telling Joe all of Caspar's embarrassing stories.
Joe stands up and gets two XBOX controllers from underneath the T.V. "Fifa?" He questions Caspar.
"Sure!"
I do a sarcastic cough, getting their attention.
"Do you want to play?"
"Yeah, yeah, I mean I've never played before but sure." I say sarcastically once again.
Joe grabs another controller. "Don't worry I'll teach you."
We play for awhile laughing at how bad I am. Caspar then threw a strop because I picked Cristiano Ranaldo and he really wanted that player, but I just rubbed it in his face. "Do you and Zoe argue like this?" I ask Joe after him telling us about her.
"No! Zoe hardly knows what football is!"
I laugh at this joke because it seems about accurate. Most beauty guru's don't.
"So who wants some dinner? It's very late." Caspar says whilst looking through the fridge and cupboards.
"His first priority." I whisper to Joe who is sat very close next to me. He pulls his eyes away from the screen so he's looking directly at me. There was this one moment when I felt I was looking at him for ages but in reality it was a split second.
"I'll head home actually, I don't want to out stay my welcome." I say standing up and putting the game controller back underneath the T.V.
"No! You're always welcome!" Joe says
"Nah it's alright I don't want to be third-wheeling Jaspar!"
As I'm saying goodbye and I will probably see them tomorrow Caspar flings his arms around my leg pleading I don't go, just like a little child would do. I shake him off and we say a proper goodbye.
I place my hand in front of Joe for another handshake but he pulled me into a hug instead. "You're basically apart of my family now don't worry about manners." He murmured into my ear.
"I'll see you guys tomorrow then." I say opening the front door. "Thanks for a great New Years Eve!"
The boys stand in the door watching me walk down the path. We're acting out a tragic goodbye, making a big deal of it. When Joe pulls of his hoodie (pulling up his shirt by accident so I can see a very defined six- pack) and chucks it towards me. I catch it and pull it over my head looking very bulky with two jumpers on. "Just so you don't freeze!" He shouts at me.
And then I'm walking back to my house thinking I couldn't have spent the last day of 2012 any better.