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Posted by cameron on Mar 11, 2008 14:55:08 GMT -6
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Five minutes to midnight... 4 minutes... Cameron was mentally counting down to the final ball drop. 3 minutes... It was so close! They had waited for so long and now they were finally here! To a couple of farm boys living in Illinois to the sophisticated young businessmen they had become.
Cameron snickered at the word "sophisticated." They had enough money now that they could officially quit there other business. And Cameron could tell Kia was grateful for it... but he did seem to be on edge all day. 2 minutes... from the emotional anti-wood product outburst to the short answers... there was something going on.
1 minute... that thought was momentary replaced by the shear thrill of being in New York for the Ball Drop. And it was going down now! The crowd was exploding with noise and Cameron had a hard time hearing the plants around him shriek in protest at their disrupted sleep.
10 seconds... it was almost down now! Cameron was vaguely aware of all the people around him jostling him this way and that, but frankly, who cares?
5 seconds...
4 seconds...
3 seconds... now everyone was screaming at the top of their lungs.
2 seconds...
1 second...
The crowd literally jumped for joy at the coming of the New Year. Cameron lost all track of every thought that had just passed through his mind. People everywhere were celebrating and cheering and it felt good to be caught up in it all. Confetti was falling from above and it was everywhere. In your eyes, your ears (not that your ears had any feeling left in them) and hair. Cameron even caught one in his mouth. He spat it out frantically and then spun around and found Kai.
"Happy Birthday!" Cameron yelled. He then grabbed his brother by the arm and shoved his way through the crowd back to the shop where Cameron proceeded to drag Kai up the stairs and grab his present from under the bed. The sprout was chattering away about something that Cameron was completely oblivious to and thrust it into Kai's arms.
"It's not much, and I hope it doesn't bug you so mush, but Happy Birthday anyway!" Cameron said happily. "I'll go get some Root Beer."
And he was running down the stairs, grabbing two old fashioned Root Beers he had saved for the occasion and sprinted back upstairs. Cameron then plopped himself on the bed and popped open the drinks and set them on the table. But before he could take a victory swig, he was suddenly slammed with a fit of exhaustion. The long day had worn him out and somehow; he managed to fall asleep before his head even hit the floor.
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