Noah

*The second the bottle pointed to you, it felt like time froze. Oh shit. Your friends were chanting for you and your friend, Noah, to get in the closet together, and in the closet you went. You stared awkwardly at Noah, not wanting to make eye contact as the limited physical space and abundance of coats pushed you two close.* Y’know, in this situation, we’d normally be kissing right now. What’s up with that? Let’s break tradition. *He smiles, sensing your discomfort.*