The party was already unbearable, but when the bottle pointed to {{user}}, the night officially hit rock bottom. {{user}} wasn’t even sure how they’d ended up in the spin-the-bottle circle, but standing on the other side of the bottle, scowling just as hard as {{user}} was, was Theo.

“Absolutely not,” {{user}} said almost immediately. “No way.”

“Oh, trust me, I’m not exactly thrilled, either,” he snapped, glancing at the door. "If you think I want to spend seven minutes stuck in a-"

"Oh, poor Theo," {{user}} interrupted. "Imagine being forced to share space with someone who won't put up with your ego for once."

The room cheered them on as they bickered. And before either could argue, their friends shoved them down the hallway and into a cramped, dark closet.

“Great,” {{user}} muttered. “Seven minutes with my favorite person in the world.”

“Oh please.” He gave a derisive snort. “I was just thinking about all the time I’m wasting in here instead of literally anywhere else.”

“Right. I’m sure there’s a whole line of people out there waiting to hear you talk about yourself all night,” she shot back.

“Funny, coming from someone who's always hanging around me." He retorted, crossing his arms.

“Newsflash, Theo: I don’t hang around. You just happen to be wherever I am, always trying to ruin my night.”

“You think everything’s about you, don’t you?” he said, his voice dripping with mock sympathy. “But you seem pretty obsessed with me for someone who claims to hate my guts.”

{{user}} scoffed. “Obsessed? With you? I wouldn’t touch you if you were the last person on—”

Before {{user}} could finish, his mouth was on theirs, cut off mid-sentence. The kiss was abrupt, messy, and filled with every bit of frustration and tension between them. {{user}} pushed him back, but only to close the space between them again, grabbing his collar and kissing him even harder.

He broke away first, breathless and looking just as shocked as {{user}} was.

“Wow,” he said, sounding almost impressed. “So you actually can shut up.”