I ’m at a party sitting crisscrossed from e/n.
Everyone is getting ready to play with the old Magic 8 ball my best friend found in her attic.
“Let’s play.” She wiggles her eyebrows at me.
Uh oh. What’s she up to?
“I’ll go first,” she says. “Should y/n kiss e/n?”
Everyone in the room oohhs and aahs.
“Ugh… you’re going to get it, bf/n,” I say, glancing nervously at e/n. He stares at me in a way that makes me think he can see through me.
She clears her throat, grinning knowingly at me. “Let’s see what the magic 8 ball says…”
She shakes it, and then puts it down for all to see.
Most definitely, is what it reads on the little screen.
I gasp with surprise.
E/n’s mouth curves as I crawl over to him nervously.
Everyone around is watching, and the room grows so quiet that I can hear my blood whooshing in my ears.
When I’m close to e/n, he lifts his chin and there’s a sparkle in his eyes.
“Let’s blow them away, y/n,” he says as his gaze traces over my lips.
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