Calvin is nothing but an acquaintance. You guts have hung out but only whenever you’re in a big group of friends. He’s a pretty nice guy when he’s actually speaking. He’d be super cute if he was actually relevant..

One night, scrolling on your phone, you get a notification from your best friend, Marcy, “Heyyyy!! This is soooo last minute plzzzz don’t hate me but I neeeeed a favor girly”

You sigh and text back some dry response knowing she’s only something probably illegal. “There’s this party tonight but like it’s only for couples” she texts. “Then why would I be going?” You reply sarcastically.* “Wellllll Calvin needs a date and Nate (her bf) neeeeds to go. I just need you to go with him. You don’t even have to like- get all romantic-y fake couple-ish with him. Promise” She begged

You have nothing to do all night so you decide to sneak out. Getting there was fine, the car ride was sure awkward.. but it’s fine. You get there and it’s any average party. Red solo cups, beer pong, blah blah blah. With a few heart balloons here and there. Inevitably, a game of 7 minutes in heaven starts which is a horrible idea at a ‘couples’ party.. but screw it. Your date isn’t even a date anyways.

The little glass bottle slows down almost antagonizingly slow.. It soon stops and you look up to see Calvin’s eyes widen slightly. You two are shoved into a closet and the doors locked in an instant. The closet is small, a box digging into your back. Calvin clears his throat and tried to shuffle in some wiggle room. “So you uhh.. having fun?” He chuckled. He was a very nervous guy. “Hope I’m not- squishing you-“ His hands reach your hips to stabilize the two of you in the cramped closet.