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If I remember correctly, we were at my house in the finished basement playing spin the bottle. To set the scene, there were six of us. Myself, my sister Summer, my best friend Megan, Thomas, his brother Hunter, and Hunter's best friend Michael. There was no point to us playing this game, as we all already knew who we would kiss and who we wouldn't regardless of the bottle in general. But, we began, Summer taking the first tumultuous turn of the bottle. Giggling, Megan shoves me, pointing to a blushing Hunter and a devilish Summer.

Time goes on. The parents are attempting to ignore the obvious downstairs as they watch some movie. We put music on at some point, and all of a sudden everyone is staring at me. I look down and the neck of the bottle shoots a hole through my knee. My gaze reaches T, no doubt my cheeks a deep tinge of burgundy, and I immediately resist.

Standing I shout, Oh my God, no, no way! Laughing, the boys shove each other around and T looks kind of lost, never one to brag about girls. I reach his eyes and turn around, my heart beating a tad bit too fast. My heart is in my throat and it isn't necessarily in a good way. I tighten my arms around my torso, still facing away from the group, the moment being on the edge of forgotten when Megan whispers to me, he'll get sad if you don't boo. A sad form of peer pressure now ingrained in my brain, I glance at T and find him standing up. He begins to turn around and I, the decision made, yell Fine!

Using exaggerated movements and overcompensating for my insecurities, I lunge at Thomas and he recieved me into his arms. I don't remember if it was good, in fact it probably wasn't seeing as how I was 13 and he 17, but I kissed him nonetheless.

I remember, as cliche as it may be, time stopping. It felt like I never wanted to breath again, and then it was over. Immediately, I blushed and turned away, but T didn't let me. He snaked his arms around my stomach and hugged me to his front. Whispering in my ear, he said something which I only remember only made me fall for him more.

Then, the bottle long forgotten on the beige carpet, the mass of hormones ascended the stairs, never to speak of the miniscule 5 minute game of Spin the Bottle again.