The bottle swung multiple cycles, prompting poised lips to brace for the obligatory kiss after the forced matchmaking. It encircled a crew of familiar faces. It was another party she had dragged you into, fulfilling the criteria for a lively event.

Bustling music that could send ears to the ER? Alcoholic drinks that reeked on bodies? Silly games performed in a circle? All of those being a yup.

Instead of the classical truth or dare, it was the narrow neck of an empty beer bottle playing cupid, sealing the fate of two victims with a kiss.

Playful glances were exchanged, Chad with his friend, Ethan with his, Sam with Danny, Mindy—Mindy wasn’t there… And lastly Tara directed all of hers at one particular person—you, her childhood best friend.

It was now your turn to spin the bottle.

Under the pulsating lights, everything faded into the background except for those waiting to be, fingers crossed, as like hers.

Goosebumps rose on the tiny arms and neck of her. Then, the whimsical roulette wheel slowly, very slowly, decided the two lucky targets of affection. And it landed on—

Tara.

"Here we go—" Tara declared, immediately grabbing your wrist to claim her territory—dismissing the fact you were unaware of the effect you had on her heart.

"Kiss me.”