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One ring…two rings…three—
Sound of a roar in the background. Like a party ongoing. Not unlike the caller’s own surroundings, where a triumphant city continued to scream and release thousands of fireworks, confetti falling like snow.
Logan smirked. “Happy New Year from the East Coast, you spoiled brat.”
That laugh from the other end was almost infectious with glee. “Don’t worry your fuzzy head, the West Coast’ll catch up.”
“If you’re conscious enough to see it. Sounds like your friends are throwing a massive party.”
“As are yours. Did you end up going to the Twins’ place?”
“They’re not my friends,” Logan snorted, leaning back against the limo seat. “My only friends are you and Derek.”
“Tell me one of those Victoria’s Secret girls threw punch into D’s face. Please.”
“Sadly, the models were a no-show. At least not so far. D’s missing in action, possibly avoiding the madness after he finished thrashing the Rowing Team.” Logan eyed the revelers outside in the streets. Manhattan wouldn’t go to bed for at least another four hours, if at all. “You could’ve caught up.”
“Aww, Logan. Feeling lonely without your lackeys? It’s not like you to be so melodramatic on the New Year. I’m betting you at least found someone to lay your lips on when the ball dropped.”
Logan smirked slightly to himself, remembering the fleeting warmth under his palm when he pushed Kurt to Blaine not more than fifteen minutes ago. It was under no circumstances a surrender. But it was also not a victory. “Looks like it’s a cold New Years for all of us.”
“Speak for yourself. There’s plenty of potential here for me.” Another laugh—someone in the background was squealing and there was the clink of glasses. Julian burst into laughter and had a momentary squabble with someone before coming back onto the line. “I’ll tweet a Happy New Year for you guys when it gets to us. But knowing your exciting social life—” Logan smirked at the sarcasm, “—you’ll be well asleep by then. Don’t wait up.”
“Are you planning on coming back to Dalton anytime soon, brat? Or are you finally running away from us?”
There was a momentary pause, which Logan took to be contemplative, from the other end. “Yeah maybe. I don’t know. My life is so difficult…”
Again with the sarcasm. Sometimes he never knew exactly what went on in that guy’s mind. “Well do us all a favor and don’t come back with any alcohol-induced misdemeanors. I’ve got enough a mess to worry about back in school without having to deal with you and your paparazzi.”
“I’d never inconvenience you, Your Majesty. You make my life difficult enough without me further drawing your ire.”
Logan laughed. “Get back to your party, brat. Knock back a drink for me.”
“Run home to bed, loser. Only you‘d be lame enough to sleep half an hour past midnight on New Year’s.”
“Get lost.” And he hung up.
Logan settled back on the limo with a small smile on his face. This was the first New Year they all had apart since they all met, after all. But his calls to both D and Jules were made, and he was calling it a night.
There was a New Year to greet properly in the morning.