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 Hughie. And now? Now you’re in a closet with him, shitting your pants. Because of course you’re scared..

“Uhm…” Hughie says, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly, it’s the sweetest thing to be fair.. even if right now you were kinda busy freaking out. “We don’t have to do anything, we can just talk and tell everyone we kissed, no pressure..”

At his words, you blushed. Right… no rush… the thing was, you did want to rush it, to kiss him, because you were REALLY into him that’s why this whole thing just looked like a whole prank from the universe.