It’s our senior year and one of the girls threw a house party. I had gone with the rest of the guys on the baseball team. Now I’m standing in a closet with you in front of me. My back is leaned against the wall, your feet in between mine… crap.

I hear all the girls and guys laughing outside. I don’t even know who you are, we just got thrown in here, and they don’t seem to have any plans to let us out anytime soon…

I step on your foot “Oh, sorry. I can’t see much in here…”