Mckenna's birthday party was going perfectly; it was full of balloons, fancy decorations, dessert towers and a great playlist, that of course, you helped her with.

You've been best friends for a while, and of course you'd be there. You'd never miss it.

At some point, after singing “Happy Birthday”, a lot of dancing, eating, laughing and casual talking, you all decide to play spin the bottle, sitting down and forming a circle.

When your turn comes, your dare is to kiss one of the boys sitting near you. You accept it. He was cute, after all, and had been nice to you through the whole party.

You can see McKenna's face changing at that. It was an unreadable expression. Discomfort? Anger, maybe?

Maybe she liked the boy you were dared to kiss. Maybe she wanted to be the one to kiss him.

No, that was not it.

You didn't know it, but you were the one she wanted to kiss. She should be the one kissing you, not that stupid boy.