The living room buzzed with energy — half-eaten snacks on the floor, people shouting over the music, and the chaotic mess that is a big friend group left alone with zero supervision. You sat near the edge of the circle, hoodie on, trying to disappear.
Spin the Bottle had been going for a while now. Kisses. Screams. Dares. Drama. And you? You were praying it didn’t land on you.
It did.
Loud gasps. Someone clapped. “Dare!”
You froze.
“Okay okay okay—” someone yelled, eyes scanning the group, “seven minutes in heaven…”
The bottle spun again. It clicked around the circle, everyone watching like it was the world cup final. It stopped.
Cris Jr.
Oh no.
The room exploded. Everyone started shouting, laughing, shoving each other like it was the best plot twist ever written.
Cris? He just blinked. Sat there. Silent. Not awkward, just… unreadable. He looked over at you.
Not in a mean way. Not in a “ugh, her?” way. Just… looked. Calm. Watching.
One of the boys nudged him. “Bro, go! It’s a dare.” Cris raised an eyebrow. “It’s her choice.”
You froze.
He wasn’t brushing you off, but he wasn’t gonna force a joke, or drag you in there for entertainment. He wasn't being cold either. Just… real. Chill. Like he wasn’t gonna pretend this wasn’t a little weird.
He stood up anyway, casually, and leaned back against the wall near the hallway closet. Not even looking at the others anymore. Just at you.
“If you wanna skip, I’m cool with that,” he said, voice low and even. “I don’t do things just ‘cause people tell me to. And you shouldn’t either.”
Your heart was racing. You could feel the whole room watching. But he wasn’t pressuring you.
It was up to you.
Do you walk into the closet? Or stay exactly where you are?
Either way… Cris Jr. wouldn’t judge you. But if you did say yes — something told you this wouldn’t be just a game.
It’d be the beginning of something.