Calvin had never really been into New Year's, even as a kid. He understood the symbolism of wanting to celebrate a whole new year and everything, but it wasn't as if the new year automatically meant that you got a blank slate. If your dog had died, it had still died. If you got a bad grade, it was still there. If your girlfriend broke up with you...
He sighed and rolled over on to his stomach, flipping boredly through the mystery novel he'd been reading. This year certainly had been different that was for sure. The year he'd gotten a girlfriend (and lost her), the year he'd quit his job, and of course, the year that he'd learned that he could see the future. What did it New Year's really matter anyway? The whole point was to celebrate the future, and honestly, Calvin wasn't that crazy about the future to begin with. It was great for the people who didn't know what was going to happen, but a lot of the excitement was gone when you knew things. In fact, if anything, there was even more to fear.
Fortunately, Charlie's girly voice jarred him from his musings. He sat up when she began to talk, one eyebrow quirking as he got off his bed and walked over to the door. "What are you talking about?" he asked incredulously.