Games Make the World Go Round.

“You’ve got five minutes, starting from now. Bye boys.”

And with that, the evil host of the party, now known as ‘bitch’ shuts the door and squashes all hope of my escape. I mean, shit. What the hell type of mess am I in? I mean, I’m seventeen for crying out loud and I’m locked in a closet with my best friend of nine years and we’re expected to…make out…it’s just great. I feel like a twelve year old again.

This is what you get for playing truth or dare at a party you never wanted to go to and with a girl who knows your little secret. Want to know what secret that is?

I’m gay. And, I somewhat fancy the pants off the guy sat in front of me…like I said, it’s just bloody great.

“So, erm…how do we go about doing this?”

I have to stifle the urge to laugh in his face and I would have…laughed in his face I mean, if he wasn’t looking petrified right about now. I mean, there is, if you think about it, only one way to ‘make out’. This includes lips and tongues.

“Well, I don’t know about you, but generally when I make out with someone I put my lips over theirs and to be blunt shove my tongue in their mouth.”

Well, I think that’s cleared up some of the unwanted tension. He’s now smiling instead of looking like he’s about to be sentenced to death. Should I have taken that face as an insult? Hmmm…

“Or,” I carry on after sensing some of the foreboding tension creeping back up “we can just pretend to have made out and sit here talking for five minutes.”

Obviously, I would rather make out, but I can hardly say that now can I? Though, it is rather tempting.

“They’d know, that is, if we were to just sit here talking. They know everything.” He replies to my suggestions. It’s not for certain, due to the lack of lighting, but I swear he’s blushing.

“How would they know?”

I have to resist the urge of smacking myself upside the head. I mean, he’s giving me an invitation to kiss him and I’m making excuses up! What am I? INSANE?

“I don’t know.” He answers whilst shrugging his shoulders. “I just know they would.”

Well, now I’m stuck in a dilemma. I mean, I can make out with him which would be pretty damn great, but then you know there’s always the chance of me getting a little over excited if you get my drift, or I can make up excuses, pass this once in a lifetime opportunity up and regret it for the rest of my life.

Obviously, I do the sensible thing…I sit and stare at him dumbly thus making him laugh nervously and making the already uncomfortable atmosphere increase ten fold.

“FOUR MINUTES LEFT”

It’s only been a minute? And what the hell…it makes you wonder if they’re listening.

“NO MORE TALKING. JUST KISS ALREADY.”

Ahh, I see. THEY WERE LISTENIG. What in the bloody hell…

I look down and my currently tapping feet and blush. I can feel his gaze on me and I can sense his ‘I told you so’ smirk.

After about a further 10 seconds of uncomfortable silence I hear him mumble a quick ‘fuck it’ and the next thing I know his lips are on mine and my head hits the friggin wall. This doesn’t stop him though, and quite frankly, I’m glad. Screw the pain…

After who knows how long, he pulls away, panting slightly and lifts himself off me. Now, you may have gotten the impression that the closet was fairly small, but it’s not really. I mean, it’s one of those walk in wardrobes, I was just going for effect before…and so anyway, after pulling himself off me, he gets up and walks to the other end. He just sits with his back against the wall staring at my still slumped form.

“THREE MINUTES”

God, that is SO annoying.

“JUST TELL US WHEN TIME’S UP OKAY?”

Seems, I wasn’t the only one annoyed by it.

“OKAY! SORRY!”

Well, now I kind of want her to shout again. The tension in here is suffocating me. God, I’m such a drama queen. I’m not usually though, nope, only when I’m slightly tipsy.

“So…sorry if I you hurt your head…” He mumbles quietly.

He looks away from me. Damn do I need more light in here. I mean, he’s BLUSHING, I just know he is, and he NEVER blushes.

“It’s no problem.”  I reply while looking at his tapping feet “ I’d hit my head over and over if it meant I could carry on kissing you.”

“What?” He looks up at me hesitantly, a smirk forming on his lips.

Shit, I think I just said that out loud. I mean, okay sometimes I do tend to say things out loud when I’m supposed to be thinking them…but seriously…this just isn’t funny.

“Nothing?”

Bollocks. I don’t think he’s buying it. I mean, he’s crawling back over to me and he’s kind of half smirking. You know the look he’s going for right? The ‘I’m so sexy’ one? And boy is he pulling it off.

“See, I think you’re lying. I think you said that you’d hit your head over and over if it meant you could be kissing me…”

He’s stopped directly in front of me. He can probably feel the heat radiating off me from the blush that is currently covering the whole of my face.

“…I didn’t mean to say it out loud. Only think it dammit.”               

Why did I have to drink those beers tonight? It’s a good job I’m not drunk huh, I mean, jeez I’d have probably have said everything out loud including the thoughts about tying him up…erm yeah, off of those for now.

“Well, you said it, and I’m assuming you said it because you meant it so why aren’t you kissing me yet? I mean I did make the effort to come over here didn’t I?”

I think my eyes might have just popped out of my sockets. I think he wants me to kiss him. Oh. My. God!

“Stop looking stupid and KISS ME ALREADY!”

I don’t think I could move if someone told me a bomb was about to explode. Damn me and my shock. Well, this is comfortable. Yep, real comfortable…

“Well?” He’s looking at me expectantly and dammit I AM trying to move… “Screw this…”

Well, what do you know; he grew too impatient and is kissing me instead. Ahh life is good.

“TIME’S UP!”

I spoke too soon. I can feel him smirk against my lips just before he pulls away and stands up.

“Well, I’m glad we fixed this game of truth or dare. How about you?”

And with that he stalks out of the closet. Wait…did he say…fixed…

A/N: Look, it’s a story with a semi plot, which will come into play and WILL involve more than two characters and story lines *hopefully*

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