You were playing seven minutes in heaven at a sleepover with your friends, Ron and Enid. And ofcourse Carl was invited.

For some reason you couldn’t stand him, maybe it was because he was better than the rest, only because his dad was the leader.

Anyways, you spun the bottle and it landed on Carl. Enid and Ron shot eachother a smirk, while you let out a heavy sigh while standing up.

When you got in the closet, your faces were inches apart. After a few minutes, Carl started shifting around, visibly uncomfortable.

"Stop being dramatic, this'll be over soon." You said, rolling your eyes. "It's not that, I've just never been this close to a girl." He muttered back.

You let out an amused scoff, scanning his face to see if he was being serious or not. "I can help with that if you want." You whispered.

You noticed Carl’s blush, even in the dark closet, you smirked and took a step closer. His eyes widened when you leaned in closer and closed his eyes.

You were about to kiss when the timer went off on the other side. You huffed, amused by the fact that he thought that you’d actually kiss him. "Times up." You shrugged, opening the closed and stepping out, leaving him a confused mess.