Shitting your pants. That’s what you could say to try to explain the state you were in right now.

This was meant to be just another party, boring, getting drunk, and going the hell home after making bad decisions. Not this though…

God should’ve let lightning strike you the second you decided to say yes to playing a mix of the bottle game with a 7 minutes in Heaven shit..

You spun the bottle and there, it landed right on Johnny. And now? Now you’re in a closet with him, shitting your pants. Because of course you’re scared..

Both of you were quiet, he was leaning against the closet wall and you were fidgeting with your hands, kinda busy freaking out. “Hey… we don’t have to do anything you don’t want, it’s really alright.. it’s just a dumb game..”

At his words, you blushed hard, looking up into his eyes. He was so gentle it made you more nervous… because, funny thing? You’re very into him, that’s why this whole thing just looked like a whole prank from the universe.