It’s a coming of age story, i guess. I still have a few ideas to work in the story but its mainly about Oliver and Sarah being forced to play 7 Minutes in Heaven at a party, but both end up with the same sex as their partner. After that night Oliver begins to question his sexuality, and it influences Sarah to think she’s a lesbian (Though, in the closet where they play the game at the party, Oliver and the guy end up doing more than Sarah and her partner.)
Sorry if there are any spelling or grammatical errors.
P.S There is a bit of cussing, just to let you know, but it’s a part of the character
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Drunken teenagers, dirty dancing, and music blasting loud enough to make your ears ring for days.
It was a typical high school party.
Oliver jumped out of his Hummer, almost hitting a few party people in the driveway. Sarah followed suit, and the two friends walked up to the porch. Sarah linked arms with Oliver and intertwined her fingers with his, as if it was nothing, though the two were not together. It was sort of a secret pact, if you will; You see, Sarah and Oliver were best friends, though like in the movies and TV shows, they never were together as a couple and never thought about it, but they acted like a couple for their school. Everyone already thought they were, since they were always hanging out together, and whenever they tried to deny it, people just smiled and rolled their eyes.
The two waited outside for the line into the party to move, talking to each other and waving to guests they knew. The music was loud enough to hear from blocks away, and people waiting in line danced, as did the two friends. Slowly, the line moved, and the two friends found themselves at the threshold of the front door. Sarah was laughing into Oliver’s jacket from seeing people’s wild dancing. Oliver smiled and carried her in as the host of this party appeared in front of the friends, smiling and he bowed, making a gesture as if to show off what a great party he was throwing, and disappeared as quickly as he came.
` Sarah led the way to the kitchen where teens huddled around finger sandwiches and bags of chips. She loaded her plate with food, though of course she was going to share with her friend, but she could easily eat the entire food mountain she was building, with her fast metabolism. She turned around, expecting Oliver to be close by, but he was nowhere near her. She was puzzled, but shrugged it off; a girl must’ve gotten a hold of him and started dancing with him, or he was off saying his hello’s to the people he hadn’t seen since the beginning of summer. She picked at the food from her bar stool in the kitchen looking out at the dance floor. She liked parties, sure—but she was shy, honestly. She was pretty, that was a fact, with her chocolate brown eyes and long wavy blond hair and the few freckles on her face, but that was the problem; if she were to show up in a police car and be in for a mug shot, the officers would most likely laugh and send her on her way. She was smart and had friends and was known in school, but she wasn’t a slut, she didn’t do any drugs or play any sports, so she wasn’t exactly in the “In-crowd” or tough, and she wasn’t one of the many girls out on the floor grinding against a guy. She sighed and began to stuff her face with the pile of chips, but that was before someone filled the void beside her and took her hand to kiss it.
Suddenly grabbed by the hood of his black jacket, Oliver was quickly pulled away from his friend and was escorted through the groups of people and soon enough, he was thrown into a closet, hitting the back wall and enclosed in darkness. Needless to say, he was utterly confused and was only accompanied with a rising headache. He stood up, but fell, and laughed. “Okay guys, very funny, now lemme out.” He stood and knocked on the door, but no one heard it outside, where the music blasted and a group of girls searched the room for their next victim. He started to yell even more, maybe for the fear of this wasn’t a game, but it was a prank and he was going to say in there for the next few hours, but it was no use. He sighed and backed up, but was soon knocked down as the door flung open and someone else was pushed in and crashed on top of him. He knocked back against the wall, again, and the force that was now uncomfortably on top of him let out a groan.
“What the f*ck…” Said the now way-too-close body on top of Oliver. Oliver soon pushed off the weight and another groan and sigh was heard. “What the hell is going on?”
“Well unless there is going to be another body in here for some kind of new closet cult, I’m pretty sure they want us to play that 7 minutes in heaven game…”
“No sh*t, Sherlock. The problem is, you’re a guy, aren’t you?”
Oliver snorted. “Well, isn’t it obvious by my voice?”
“Uh, not really, maybe the girls outside didn’t pick that up either, since you sound like a girl, honestly. But anyways, I’m not gay, and I am definitely not about to tr
Try* sorry