Nikki's POV

I tapped my chin as I tried picking out my outfit. Hm. I'd love to choose the creme long sleeved sweater with the black skirt and leggins. With those black kitten shoes, too! I tried it on. Yep, I like it. I add a black ribbon in my hair. A quick glance at the clock, 7:32p.m. I better get going.

"Mum, dad! I'm going out on a... a date with some friends!" I yell as I jump down the stairs.

"Okay, be back by three, got it?" My dad said.

Three? I snort. I must have awesome parents to let me stay out that long. I grab a jacket and run to my car. I drive to Pete's house and get out. I left at 7:35, it took me about 20 minutes to get here, I should be fine. I knock on the door and a girl opens it.

"How many people did you invite, Pete!?" She yelled.

Inside, there was garbage, wrappers, and beer cans everywhere. Along with millions of people. Elvis music was playing, but over all the talking, ipyou couldn't hear it well. I closed the door behind me. Some of these people look older than me! Most of them, actually. I step over a beer can and stand there. Uh.

"Heeeeeyyyy, Nik-eh!" John jumped over a chair.

"This is crazy!" I say."

"I may have invited an extra 20 or 30 people," John guiltily said.

"Geez!" I exclaim.

"Upstairs in Pete's room, we're playin' a game," John stated.

"Er," I say. "What... uh, game?"

John waved his hand as though it was nothing, "Come 'ed! Don't be a loser! Let's just go!" He raced towards the stairs. I hesitated, but followed. Inside, I saw at least twenty people in a circle. With a coke bottle in the middle. Spin the bottle? Seriously.

"Really?" I whisper to John.

"It's not a simple kiss. It's seven minutes in heaven. They have a walk in closet at the end of the hall. You've made out with a guy before, right?"

I have. A lot, actually. But not seven whole minutes. Maybe just a minute... Why are they playing this though? I nodded to John. We both sat down. I sat a few feet away from John. Someone spun the bottle and it landed on...

A girl away from me with short, brown hair.

They spun again and it landed closest to John.

John. John. It feels like my mind can't process it. John looks confused, but grins. He stood up, and he and the girl went out. A guy whoops, "Yeeaah!" And I immediately spy the person.

Kenny Welshan.

My ultimate dream crush! The hotest guy ever (after maybe...Elvis)! But I've never had the gut to ask him out or anything. I've made my friends do it, though. He just laughed and walked away. But, I dunno, that was years ago. Maybe now that we're older, he may...like me? I'm crazy to think that, but hey!

Seven minutes. In seven minutes, you cold be doing a lot of things. Like in seven minutes, I could be asleep, or I could finish dinner, or I could be making out with Kenny. But when you're not doing anything at all, seven minutes turn to seven hours. I sit and wait, and wait, and picture myself with Kenny, and wait, and wait, and listen to Kenny say "I wonder if they'll come out after seven minutes?", and wait, and wait, and wait!

I don't know when, but apparently seven minutes was up, and they still haven't come out. Everyone has that, 'Ooh' smug look on their face. I think I do, too. Someome has to fish them out and my stomach flips when I see them enter.

John...he...uh...his shirt is unbuttoned and halfway off. He had shimmery, pink lipstick smudged all over his face. His hair looked like he tackled a lion and a bear at once, after he rolled all over the floor. The girl's hair was no longer curly, but flat. Her skirt was crooked on her hips, and her lips looked very moist. Yuck!

Next turn was some guy I didn't know and a girl who was a grade younger than me. After tha, it was blah blah blah! This was getting boring. Until the bottle spun on Kenny. I was jealous of whoever the lucky girl would be. They spun it and BOOM! It landed on me. I hesitantly got up and followed Kenny out the room. We got into the closet and he turned on the light.

"Um, hi, Nikki," Kenny said.

"Hey...." I greet.

"Do you mind if we fake this?" Kenny asked.

I do, "No."

"Really?"

No, "Yeah."

"Great, right?" He grinned.

No, it's not great, "Uh-huh."

"Perfect."

Not perfec, "Yep."

And we wait. I can feels the tears starting to come. I look behind me, pretending to be interested in the folded coats, as I wipe my eyes. If it wasn't me, would he still have faked it? He unbottons two bottons on his shirt and I ruffle up my hair. This was awful! Seven minutes go by and we get out. Kenny goes into the room and I hear an explosion of cheers. Me? I head straight down stairs.

"Hey random person!" Someone says to me.

"Hi?"

"Have this it's, uh, coke!" He shoves a plastic cup full of brown liquid into my hand. "We added an extra ingredient."

I took a sip. God, this had a burning feeling. I want this pain! So ot makes me forget about stupid Kenny! I gulp the whole cup and get more. And more. And more until the burning sensation is gone and I can't feel it when I drink. And things got...groovy?

"Hey, man!" I say to random people.

"Hey!" They say back in smiles.

And the night is a blur. I made a new friend! The guy in the tutu is now my best friend! He talked to me and said I was pretty! I love guys who always think that, because they're so...nice! And then John grips my shoulder.

"Ow!" I whine.

"Nikki, I've been looking for you everywhere!" He says.

"Yer so funny when you say that!" I giggle.

"Are you drunk?" He asked.

"No, I just drank the coke with secret ingredient. I suspect it's unicorn hair! It tastes so gooood!" I sing.

He groaned, "Nikki, they mixed beer with that!"

I giggled and nodded. And then I started to cry. "He never kissed me!" I wailed.

"What?" John asked.

"He told me to fake it! Well he's a fake fucker!" I swear.

"Nikki, we should go," John sighed.

I stomped my foot in frustration. Leave? Now? I wanna stay and party with tutu man! John started to lead me out but I stopped. I was not going to leave until I want to!

"What are you doing?" John grabbed my hand and tried to pull me.

"I wanna stay!" I declare.

"No! We need to go! You're too drunk and the cops could come and arrest you!" John stated.

"So I'll go to jail before I graduate. Who cares?"

"You don't understand!" John yelled.

"No! You don't understand! Dumb idiots like you never do! They think they can be in charge and do anything! But they can't! I won't let you take me home!" I scream.

His hand covers my mouth and he picks my up. I try to get away, but he carries me out to a car that I think is his. He puts me in the front seat and he starts to drive. I just sob my eyes out.

"Why?" I cry.

"Nikki, where do you live?" He asked.

"I dunno!" I cried out.

John's driving skills were crazy! We were like flying in the air over the sun! And I saw a tiger go slower than this car. I just slumped in my seat and pouted. He eventual stopped the car, but he didn't get out and he locked the car doors so I couldn't get out either.

"I screwed up," I mumbled as I lunge into John's arms, crying softly.

I fall into the world of darkness from John's chest.