Sleepovers at Price’s house were the best thing you could ever think of. There was no better way to spend time.

But this sleepover, you two, home alone, got a hold of his dad’s alcohol cabinet; stealing some vodka for your personal use.

After clearing out half the bottle, both of you were getting rowdy, and just as flirty, despite being publicly straight; having girlfriends, even.

It was Price who presented the idea of playing gay chicken together. But you couldn’t not agree. "Alright. You heard me the first time, no? We both lean in, who chickens out first, loses." He said with a smirk. It was game on for the both of you; hands behind your backs, slowly leaning towards each other, eyes closed.