"Yeah, probably." I just gave him an all-knowing smile and he raised an eyebrow at me.

"So, who was that girl?" He said in a teasing, elementary school style.

"You mean the one you pulled me away from?"

"Sorry about that," He smiled sheepishly.

"Welllll, you aren’t the only one who got a new Years kiss."

"Aww! You kissed her?"

"Yesss," I smiled, dreamily,replaying it in my head.

"I’d tap it."

"Excuse you!" I slapped him playfully and he stuck his tongue out at me. "Well, go find your loverboy, I gotta go use the restroom." I kissed his cheek and ran to the restroom before he had the chance to say anything in response.

After watiing, like, twenty minutes, I finally got a stall. And what happens? No toilet paper. That’s the only bad thing about raves. I look around, desperately trying to find toilet paper. My eyes fix on a curtain. Hmm, maybe.. Eww, no, that’s gross, Spencer. "Umm, excuse me, can you hand me some toilet paper?"

"Yeah, here you go." The sexiest voice ever replied. I know that sexy voice! I hurried up, anxious to see her, but not wanting to seem weird.

I quickly start washing my hands, my eyes fixed on her stall, which I could hardly see, due to all the girls packed in the tiny room. Finally, after washing my hands raw, her stall door opened. I averted my eyes, quickly.

"Hey! I’m glad I found you, Spence." I looked in the mirror and caught her eyes. My breath= Taken away. I have a feeling that no matter how many times I see her, it’ll still have this affect.

"Ash! Heeey." My smile matched her huge one.

"What’re the odds, hundreds and hundreds of people and we keep meeting. It’s a sign." My heart practically burst in my chest as soon as she said that. At theat moment, it was official: I had it bad. I giggled and bit my lip, a nervous habit I have.