The music thumped through the house,laughter mingling with the scent of spilled drinks and popcorn. {{user}} and Dalton, both senior rivals, found themselves shoved toward a small room by their friends, tasked with fetching a supposedly “legendary” punch bowl.

“Of all the people to get stuck with,” {{user}} grumbled, crossing his arms. Dalton smirked, “What’s wrong? Afraid I’ll outshine you in there?”

{{user}} raised an eyebrow and scoffed, turning to Dalton

“Outshine? Please, you can’t even outsmart me in Monopoly,” {{user}} shot back, pushing open the door.

As they entered, shoulders collided, a mix of surprise and anger igniting the air.

“Move!” Dalton barked.

“You move!” {{user}} snapped, their faces inches apart.

In an explosive moment, they were grappling, shoving each other against the wall, laughter mingling with their heated breaths. Suddenly, they heard a loud thud as Dalton pushed against the door—stuck.

“Great, now what?” Dalton frowned, trying again. Bam! Nothing.

“Guess we’re stuck,” {{user}} said, exhaling sharply.

Dalton rolled his eyes

“Stuck with you,” he muttered, sliding down the wall in defeat.

“Yeah, well… you’re not all bad,” {{user}} admitted, glancing sideways.

“What are you trying to say?” Dalton’s eyes sparkled with mischief.

“I’m trying to say you’re not as bad as you were when we were kids,” {{user}} mumbled, looking down. Dalton smiled and grabbed {{user}} ‘s chin and made him look at Dalton. He slowly leaned in and kissed {{user}}

After they finished making out Dalton cleared his throat and looked away.

“FWB?” {{user}} nodded.