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I have no idea whether to call 2010 a great anno o not. There are so many things that happened to me, TDWT, the volcano, Heather…
"Alejandro!" 
I looked up from the almost-midnight garden of wet erba and melted snow, and saw Owen staring up at me. Holy crap , he had actually called me Alejandro. Usually he called me Al, and I hated it, but after Josè died (I have had many deaths in my family, even più so than Duncan. I have missed school for funerals più than anybody else.), I let it slide to remind me of him. 
"Hi, Owen." I smiled. "Happy almost New Years." 
"Don't te wanna say that to someone else..?"
I know he's talking about Heather. But I really don't want to tell her how I feel, at least not right now.. 
I spy a stand full of sparklers.
"Can I have one?" I ask. The guy hands me some sparklers, and I start walking back to Owen when I see her. 
Heather was sitting against a tree, her eyes directed to the sky. I walked up to her, putting the sparkler to her ear.
She screams. I laugh.  You've got a lot of nerve sneaking on a girl." Heather frowns at me.
"Indeed I do, chica. But that isn't what I'm here for." I smiled at her.
"I don't need to hear a Happy New Years Song, especially not from you."
I could have puked at that. "Ugh! I'm not some Natale caroler."
Heather laughs at me. "And people call te a sweet guy."
"I can be!" 
I've gotten a lot nicer since TDWT. I mean, after being practically shunned after what I did on that wretched programa, I guess I've learned that being "the arch villain" will cost te a lot of things: friends, a million dollars, and if it wasn't Heather, the one te love. 
"What is it?" I looked at Heather, and she looked at me, wonder glowing in her eyes. 
My heartrate sped up. Did I actually come here for nothing?? I might as well tell her tonight. Having the sense that I finally have a girlfriend might be a good way to start the year. 
No. I can't say it now.."Wait a while." 
I have to think. What if I say something wrong, o start blabbering in Spanish? I know it's not like me to worry, but I can't just say it and be done. What I'm going to say tonight can't be too big o too small..
"We're countin' down to the new year! It's now 11:59! 5! te do the rest, kids!"
Crap. Crapcrapcrapcrap. I have only five secondi left. I don't know what I'm going to say, but I must make it quick. 
"Heather.." I muttered, my cuore racing.
"H-huh..?" She sounds so confused… 
Here goes.
"I.…I want te to be my girlfriend."
"Wh-wha?"
"2-!"
"I want te to be my girlfriend, Heather Thorn!"
"You-wha?!"
"ONE!! HAPPY NEW YEAR!"
I pulled her close, close enough to look deep into her eyes, but only for a diviso, spalato second, because I slammed her lips onto mine after that. 
I felt my face burn up and the sweet taste of apricots grace my lips. 
Heather. I can think of nobody else but her right now.
How I got a pain in my cuore after an arguement. How I always got Lost in her eyes, her smile, her voice..how I longed to hold and baciare her, like I am tonight. I hated her so much in the beginning..but my cuore always started to race when I saw her.
I could feel her lips reply to mine; my cuore hammered hard in my chest, so fast that both of us could hear it.
I absolutley Amore it.
Finally, we pulled away, our minds hazy.
"I really Amore you, Heather…" I mumbled.
"I Amore te too…" Heather murmured, smiling at me, her cheeks rosy red. 
"Happy New Year, Heather, mí amor."
Hey, at least we'll be able to remember our anniversary…
"Happy New Year, Alejandro."