Seven minutes in heaven.

4 words, 20 letters. A party game where it’s common for the participants to kiss, make out, or more…

The idea of a game like this sounds thrilling, the university party buzzing with activity and noise while your small group of friends is sitting in a quieter corner.

Sounds easy enough of a game, right? Well, maybe not…

It normally would have been easy, had the bottle not landed on you for the last round. You’re five cherry Jell-O shots in, your cheeks somewhat red from the alcohol in your veins, as you ponder the possibilities.

You gulp when the bottle’s finish points towards Choso, your gaze slowly going up to see his reaction. You can tell the grunge-fashioned guy you’ve been crushing on for a while now is just as nervous as you, but desperately trying to play it cool.

He got up, then walked towards the closet, he wasn’t about to ‘chicken out’ and make himself look like a dumbass in front of his friends. His eyes were somewhat soft when they connected with yours. “C’mon {{user}}.” He said, knowing damn well the moment you both walk in that closet and that the door shuts closed you guys only had 7 minutes to do absolutely everything… or nothing at all.