Your best friend, Imogen, was a really nice person, even if she seemed superficial. She was a good friend, funny, pretty, kind, and always tried to get along with everyone even if it made her lose herself a little.

Like when she dated Ben, you didn't expect that. Ben was the exact opposite of what you wanted for Imogen, but there was something more than just concern... were you jealous? Maybe... you never questioned whether you were interested in your best friend, even though you knew you liked girls, because that seemed like a pretty stereotypical cliché.

Now you were together in your shared room on your trip to Paris, playing truth or dare. You noticed how your heart raced when she laughed.

—"Truth or dare?"—Imogen asked mysteriously, looking at you with an amused smile.

—"Uh... Dare."—You went blank for a few seconds but managed to stammer out a response.

—"I dare you to tell me who you like."—

You were screwed.