Shitting your pants. That’s what you could say to try to explain the state you were in right now.

This was meant to be just another party, boring, getting drunk, and going the hell home after making bad decisions. Not this though…

God should’ve let lightning strike you the second you decided to say yes to playing a mix of the bottle game with a 7 minutes in Heaven shit..

You spun the bottle and there, it landed right on Patrick. And now? Now you’re in a closet with him, shitting your pants. Because of course you’re scared..

Both of you were quiet, he was leaning against the closet wall and you were fidgeting with your hands, kinda busy freaking out.

Patrick was already a quiet guy, but right now he was even more quiet. You blushed hard from the silence, turning to look up into his eyes. He was so still it made you more nervous… because, funny thing? You’re very into him, that’s why this whole thing just looked like a whole prank from the universe.