(H)
----------------
We were sitting in a circular formation, facing eachother with an empty alcohal bottle in the middle of our shape. Seth decided to join, even though he stubbornly refused just before. But after Bradley whispered a few words to Seth, he willingly agreed. Bradley reached to the middle and with a flick of his wrist, sent the bottle spinning around the circle. The momentum slowly came to a stop, landing on Nezu.
"Alright, Nezzy." Bradley sang. "You spin the bottle, now. Whoever it lands on is the person you spend 7 minutes in heaven with."
Nezu's spin was a little more reluctant than Bradley's.
"And it is..." Bradley trailed off, the bottle beginning to yield.
Please land on Wendy... Please land on Wendy... Please land on Wendy...
"...Wendy! Congradulations, you get to have special time with Nezu in the closet."
Fuck yes.
Wendy and Nezu both blushed madly, their eyebrows furrowingㅡbut not in disapproval.
"C'mon," Seth groaned. "Get it over with so we can move on."
Nezu stood up first, heading for the closet first. Wendy followed, closing the door behind her. A small 'click' sound came from Alex as he triggered the stopwatch.
I wonder how it's gonna turn out in there.
* * * * * * *
> !Wendy's point of view!
Why is the closet so tiny.
It's too short to stand, not wide enough to lay down. Nezu's and my legs are crossing, laying on top of eachother. He and I were both wearing no pants. I can feel his minty breaths on my face. My eyesight adjusted to the dark, and I saw him staring at the wall beside him.
It seemed as if he became aware of my discomfort at the small space, but he questioningly gazed at me.
"Here, come here." He pat the area between his legs.
"Whㅡ" I felt heat rise to my cheeks, "what are you trying to do?!"
He cocked his head to the side as he inquired, "aren't you uncomfortable? We're touching anyway, might as well sit inbetween my legs and make more room."
After a mental argument and weighing my alternatives, I scooted over and placed myself in between his legs. I leaned on him, showing no mercy.
"In return, you can't complain about how heavy I am." I crossed my arms.
"Idiot." He scoffed. His arms wrapped around me as he brought me closer.
"Whatㅡ"
"I'm not complaining, so sh." He dug his nose into my brown curls. My face was flushed. "...You smell nice."
He started playing with my hair in silence. The silence was really comfortable, I wanted it to last longer. The skinship felt so right, like I was the puzzle and he was the last puzzle piece.
"Hey Wendy, Iㅡ"
He was cut off by the sudden slamming of the closet door with a Bradley hollaring 'TIME'S UP!" Helen looked quite flustered due to how we were found, and I gave a thumbs up with a huge grin. She winked.
I was about to make my way back to the circle, until I was stopped in my tracks.
"Nuh uh." Justin dragged me back next to Nezu by the hood of my baggy sweatshirt. "The pairings with the most affectionate kiss that lasts the longest are the winners. The winners get free icecream."
"K-Kiss?!" I gaped. I glanced at Nezu, discovering that when he blushes even his ears turn cherry red. "I can't... I can't do that!"
"Why not?" Helen asked. She tapped her pointer fingers together, then made a kissy face with her lips.
Nezu sighed, and then grabbed the collar of my sweatshirt and pulled me towards him. His lips were smooth, and soft. They were gentle, full of emotions that I couldn't explain. I pulled away immediently, the intensity of his passion was too much of an impact for me.
"1.5 seconds." Alex stated.
"What a shame." Bradley sighed. "Alright," he said as we returned to our seats. "Next."
* * * * * *
Part 2
(W) & (H)
----------------
!Helen’s point of view!
I really wanted to laugh, but that was a bad idea because Wendy holds grudges. ill laugh after this shitstand is blown and i get the ice cream.
Icecream is love, ice cream is life.
Its free ice cream i don't care who i'm stuck with. i'm gonna win because ice cream is ice cream and you don't turn down free ice cream.
During my mental coaching, Wendy and Nezu sat down in the circle again. Wendy sat next to me, and i distinctly heard her say something along the lines of;
“My hair smells nice? Why was he smelling me. What.”
I started giggling, and slapped my hand over my mouth. When she sat down, she covered her legs with her really oversized sweater, and covered her face with her hands. I almost bit my tongue because that was both adorable but also very funny so i tried to ‘aww’ and laugh at the same time.
But anyway, aside from Wendy probably suffering from a lot of embarrassment, everyone else was holding back laughter to. I smiled a little, because the atmosphere didn't seem as heavy as it did yesterday. It was a nice change.
My thoughts wandered to other places, and i didn't notice the bottle had landed on Bradley and Conor, and that Bradley was dragging a very hesitant looking Conor into the closet.
Well, I thought to myself, that was something i didn't expect, but i won't object to it either.
Shuffling was heard from the other side of the closet, and i absentmindedly picked the dirt from under my nails. My eyes wandered around the room as we waited for the seven minutes to be up. Justin had a stopwatch counting down seven minutes, and he wore a shiteating grin like no other. Nezu seemed to had taken a great interest in the wood floors, and his gaze was steady on the floor. Alex was reading a book. Where he got it from, i'd have to ask him later.
My thoughts were interrupted by the loud ringing of the stopwatch in Justin’s hand. I looked up as he hurriedly scampered up, kicking the closet door open.
This time around, Justin wore a mischevious grin, as he did so, saying;
“Aight, loverboys, make haste and share saliva so we can continue.”
Conor started to sputter, probably trying to protest, but Bradley grabbed his shoulders, and then it was like a shitty shoujo manga and they kissed and Conor looked like he was dying and then i started to laugh.
When Bradley pulled away, he too, wore a shiteating grin, and Conor, Conor of all people, he looked like he wanted to murder someone. Maybe.
Justin put his hands up and spoke.
“4 seconds. Looks like Bradley and Connor just kicked Nezzy and Wendy out of the ice cream race.”
I heard a distinct “Fuck off” from my left, which was probably Wendy. Nezu flipped Justin off as they all sat down, and the bottle spun again. It landed on none other than the shitlord of shitlords, Seth.
He sighed, and spun the bottle. I followed it, expecting it to land on Justin or Alex, but then, to my surprise, it landed on me.
This is the work of video game satan right here.
I huffed a bit, because Seth had this look on his face and it made him look really punchable but it was also a cross between a sad puppy so i was both confused and angry. But mostly determined because this meant i got to enter the race for free ice cream and that shit was mine i don't care if its seth i have to kiss its ice cream. Do it for the ice cream.
I stood up, walking over to the closet, and i heard footsteps behind me, which must’ve been Seth’s. I opened the closet door, and sat in the corner, or at least, what looked like a corner. Seth came in after me, closing the door, and then he sat against it. He looked at me, and our legs touched and i noticed he was wearing sweatpants and he was shirtless.
Nice.
I yawned slightly, and he still looked at me, and his stone gaze made me wonder what he was thinking about.
“Is there something on my face?” I didn't realise i had said it outloud, but then it was too late.
Its like a stroke of jesus, but he shook his head slightly. He looked down, and in a barely audible voice said,
“No….just…” He sighed, still looking at the floor as he mumbled quietly, “Just… sorry for exploding on you yesterday.”
Either my ears had me betrayed me or he actually said sorry what is life i think i have reached euphoria.
And then Justin slammed the door open and my momentarily trip to ascending Nirvana was interuppted by a loud yell of “Times up!” and Seth falling back as the door swung open.
I stood, dusting my pants off, and walked over Seths body. I heard a pitiful grunt coming from beneath me. I stood outside the closet, waiting for shitstain to stand up so we could kiss and i could win free ice cream.
Remember Helen, you're doing this because free ice cream and ice cream is your lord and saviour.
Seth stood up, and i noticed to some degree he looked like a kicked puppy, but then i didnt feel like worrying about that because i wanted ice cream.
He turned away to face Justin and Bradley, "you guys are so immature. Are you serious? Just for icecream? Who in their right mind wouldㅡ" Seth was cut off by my hands suddenly grasping his chin, angling it downwards. I leaned in and our lips met, his reluctant and surprised emotions were evident on his lips. I'm pretty sure that he was as surprised as a chicken when she first layed eggs.
As I was kissing him, it suddenly started tumbling down on me that I was kissing Seth.
Seth Evans.
The bitch who told me off when I first entered the game. The one I loved for two years, the one I forgave after he caused my heartbreak just to be played around with again.
Tears stung my eyes, and I was just about to pull away before Seth's arms wrapped around my waist and our abdomens were touching. I was slightly flustered from this, especially when one of his hands reached up and dug into my hair.
Suddenly, his lips were sending electric shocks through my body, tingling with sensations. My mind combusted when he slipped his tongue in through my lips. My head felt dizzy, like he was alcohal and I kept needing more. My surroundings zoned out of my senses, his lips were desperate and so were mine.
"Damn, I would have picked Helen over Conor any day." I heard Bradley exclaim. I can just hear his signature smirk.
"I think that's enough." Conor muttered menacingly. He seemed slightly cross about something.
I finally pulled away, gasping for breath. Everyone was silent, even Wendy. I then remembered that we were playing seven minutes in heaven and I was only doing this for the ice cream.
I still needed more.
I tried to play off my extremely temporary amnesia by winking and gunning my fingers, although Seth looked like he couldn't function. He was panting and staring off into space with a blank expression.
Alex then cleared his throat. "9.8 seconds. Guess who won the icecream."