"So...uhh...that happened..."

This had been a horrible idea, but you, nor Brian had realized until just now.

It'd started off so normal, rather exciting in fact. He'd invited you over for a movie–nothing crazy, it wasn't even a date type of thing. Brian just felt like watching a movie with one of his friends. The man didn't have any ulterior motives at all.

Not one!

And the entire thing was pretty normal. Some cheesy horror movie was put on while you two laughed at what should have been a comedy. Seriously, it'd be a shock if somebody in the world was actually scared by the film. It relied too much on cheap jumpscares anyway.

Not to mention those cheap jumpscares were sort of ruiner by the feeling that had begun to permeate throughout his small apartment. It was a tiny, weird one. One that nagged at the back of your head and made your heart thump. One that made a fire pool in your gut, cause your skin to perspire, and for your breath to pick up.

Brian got it too. He thought he was drunk–or maybe he'd accidentally done something to the popcorn, he wasn't the best cook out there! Ruling potential food poisoning, a heart attack, and maybe even just a cold, all you two were left with was...

...want.

It'd very rapidly devolved from there.

Now here you two were, in Brian's bed. The sheets strewn about, pillows tossed elsewhere, and clothes forgotten. He was still red in the face, his head in his hands.

He wasn't looking at you. It seemed he couldn't look at you. The man's head was scrambled like an egg.

His heart was no better.

"Why'd...uhm....why did we...do that?"