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“I can’t believe you talked me into this,” Yaz said. Ben had convinced her to go to a party that night. She hated parties and people and loud noises.
“Oh come on, you’ll have fun, besides Sammy will be here.” He nudged Yaz in the side with his elbow.
Yaz blushed, “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“Fadoula, you follow her around like a puppy whenever she’s around,” Ben said.
“I-I just like being around her.” Yaz said, flustered. “And besides I’m only here because you asked me and I’m just being a good friend to you.”
“Uh huh,” Ben crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow, “because she’s right behind you.”
“What? Where?” Yaz did an awkward turn/jump to find Brooklyn standing there. Not Sammy. She let out a disappointed “oh.”
“Nice to see you too, Yaz.” Brooklyn said sarcastically. “Sammy’s actually in the living room.”
“Brooklyn!” Yaz exclaimed. “Sorry, hi, it’s good to see you too. Thanks for inviting us. I’m just gonna uh go this way…for no reason.”
Brooklyn and Ben just gave her a knowing look as she walked off to find Sammy. “She’s got it bad,” Ben said to Brooklyn.
“So bad,” Brooklyn agreed. “Like so bad.”
They watched Yaz fumble a tray of food while talking to Sammy. Yaz turned bright red but Sammy stopped to help her pick it up. Yaz tried to help her and they ended up just hitting their heads together. “Wow that was so sad.” Brooklyn said. “I have an idea. Come on we need to find Kenji and Darius.”
————-a few minutes later——————
“Hey everyone!” Kenji shouted from the top of the dining room table. “My dad is out of town the and bar is open!”
Cheers went out around the room. “So what’s the plan again?” Kenji asked once he got off the table.
“We’re getting Yaz and Sammy together.” Brooklyn said. “But first we need them, especially Yaz, to relax. That’s where the alcohol comes in. Teenagers, underage drinking, and lots of hormones. Check, check and check.”
“Okayyy so what’s next?” Kenji asked.
“Once everyone is good and buzzed we play a little game.” Brooklyn said.
———————about an hour later————
“Who’s up for spin the bottle?” Kenji shouted.
Brooklyn grabbed Yaz by the arm, “come on let’s go!”
“This seems like a terrible idea,” but Yaz went along with it because Sammy was already there.
Brooklyn leaned over to Darius, “so you figured out how to get the bottle to land on Sammy right?”
“One word,” Darius said, ”magnets.” He was quite proud of himself.
“Magnets? That’s your big idea?”
“What? There’s a magnet on the bottle and we just place the other behind Sammy or Yaz, whoever is spinning and boom!”
“Cool, cool, cool, now watch and learn, ” Brooklyn said. She took the magnet from Darius and sat beside Sammy. She sat the magnet right behind Sammy. “Yaz why don’t you go first?”
Yaz was flustered and more than a little buzzed. Her eyes did not leave Sammy. “Uh yeah okay.” She reached out to spin the bottle and it landed right on Sammy.
Brooklyn smirked, “okay you two,” she’d grabbed Yaz and Sammy and shoved them toward a closet, “seven minutes in heaven!”
“Wait what?” Yaz stammered as she was shoved into a small and dark closet with Sammy. “Brooklyn!”
They heard Brooklyn lock the door behind her. “Did she just lock us in here?” Sammy asked.
“Yes she did,” Yaz said even as she checked the handle to be sure, “and if I know her she won’t let us out of here until our seven minutes are up.” She turned to face Sammy and realized just how small the closet was and how close Sammy was.
Sammy giggled. “Well this is cozy.”
Yaz swallowed, the nervousness that had been dulled by the alcohol suddenly came back.
Sammy seemed to realize how uncomfortable Yaz was. “Hey, it’s just me. I know there’s all this pressure and stuff with this but you know we don’t have to do anything right?”
Yaz didn’t know what to say, she couldn’t get any words out and Sammy was looking at her with nothing but kindness in her big brown beautiful eyes. She could get lost in those eyes. And they were just so close.
“Uhh Yaz?” Sammy asked, a little concerned since she hadn’t said a word in a minute. “You okay?” Sammy reached out to place her hands on Yaz’s shoulders.
Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was the closeness, or maybe it was because she couldn’t take it anymore but before she realized what she was doing, Yaz had wrapped her arms around Sammy’s neck and pulled her in for a kiss.
To her relief and excitement, Sammy didn’t pull away, she moved her arms around Yaz’s waist to pull her closer. Yaz moved with her, pressing herself into Sammy until she thumped against the wall.
They kissed deeply, tongues meeting and hands wandering. It was just the two of them, finally, and nothing else mattered. They were so lost in each other neither of them noticed when the door opened.
“Okay, time is—,” Brooklyn started to say but stopped when she saw just what she had interrupted. Yaz had a hand up Sammy’s shirt and Sammy had a leg hiked up around Yaz’s waist with Yaz’s hand holding onto her thigh. “Yes! Finally!”
Yaz dropped Sammy’s leg and removed her hand from Sammy’s shirt pretty quickly. There was a moment of awkward silence until Sammy grabbed Yaz’s hand and pulled her out of the closet, they left the party and the house. Together. Finally.