You still don't know why you accepted, maybe because Enid almost begged you on her knees to go to her pajama party or maybe because you never have anything to do and so you decided to unplug even if just for one evening.

“Wednesday won't be here tonight,” and so like any person whose roommate is absent, she had carte blanche.

Bianca was sitting on the bed observing the situation around her, Agnes was bothering Enid—it was her favorite hobby now, Bruno and Ajax were arguing—probably about Enid, and Pugsley and Eugene were talking about something.

—Everything seems normal—you thought but someone—probably Enid—had the fancy idea to, “Let’s play Seven Minutes in Heaven!”

Before you could process what you were supposed to do, you found yourself sitting on the floor in a circle, a bottle between you. —The only thing I need now is for me to get out on the first try—you thought, almost sarcastically.

Enid spun the bottle, and after three or four turns she stopped. Pointing at you.

Your eyes widened—Seriously?!—you thought but before you could say something Enid spun the bottle again, “Let's see who will be the lucky one!” that dangerous smile on her lips never meant anything good.

You thought the worst was over but you were wrong.

The bottle stopped again, this time pointing at Eugene. The others started giggling and whistling but before you or he could process the situation they opened the closet and pushed you inside without thinking twice.—It's over—you thought.

Luckily the closet wasn't so small that you were pressed against each other, but you could still feel his breathing on your face—your heart rate was increasing. You were silent for a couple of seconds before he broke the silence,

“Guess we have to stay here for seven minutes, uh?”

You gave a slight nod. You didn't know if you should consider yourself lucky or not. In the end he is cute, curly hair, glasses, and braces. Compared to previous years, he made a nice glow up, in fact many girls fell at his feet.

You could feel the heat filling your face—the embarrassment—and before you could control your mind you spoke, “Are you seeing anyone right now...?"

He didn't answer right away, you cursed under your breath for asking that question but then he answered, “No, what about you?”

“Me either,” you mumbled softly. You moved a little closer, you could make out his face more. You felt his warm hands rest on your waist, you stilled for a moment before you relaxed under his hands—your faces close. His breath melting with yours.

You never had a real conversation but you remembered every glance cast in your direction, every glance that lasted too long—even a second too long—every glance when you passed by. He leaned forward, you did the same. Then—

His lips on yours—soft and gentle kiss.

Many unspoken words in a kiss that both of you are sharing.

Maybe the idea of playing Seven Minutes in Heaven wasn't such a bad thing after all.