Anyone But You [M4A] [Enemies to Lovers] [7 Minutes In Heaven] [Kissing] [Tsundere?]

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Yeah, I hid it in one of the long rooms, but I didn't find it anywhere, so I guess I'll You know Steph is going to pick the lock, right? Yeah, I swear that guy has no free time or better hobby. Oh, wow, there's a game of spin a bottle going on already.

Hm? You wanna in? Of course I'm going in.

I want my first day kisses from a random cutie. Alright, alright, alright, children, children, settle down. As the one drawing the party, and it also being my party, I would like to announce that I'm turning this game of spin the bottle into a front for 7 minutes in heaven.

There's a closet in pretty much every room of this house, so might as well put them to use. Sounds alright with everyone? Yeah, right, right.

Now, let's get this game underway, and I'll be nice to let whoever started the game out to go first. Yeah, go knock yourself out. Right, right.

Have fun, you two. Yeah, alright, alright, my turn, my turn. Ooh.

Yeah, alright, alright, my turn, my turn. Right, let's see who's the lucky person that gets to kiss me tonight. It's my birthday, so they better make these 7 minutes really worth it.

C'mon, c'mon, and. .. Right, let's see who's the lucky person who gets to kiss me.

Huh, wait a minute, do I know you? Ooh, hi. Oh, okay, okay, will you stop pushing me? Right, I'm getting up, I'm getting up already, okay? Right, I'm getting up, I'm getting up already, okay? Christ, don't need to shout into my own closet.

Got this, don't worry. Wait, wait, oh, ooh. Ah, sorry.

God, they could be so reckless and. .. Oh.

Oh no, hold on. I do know you. Man, what did I do to end up here with you? Yeah, yeah, I know, I spun the bottle.

Fucking dumbass. I mean, what did I do so bad that karma ended up putting you and me together? No, it is that bad.

You're like, the biggest nerd I know. And now, I have to either kiss you, or miss out on my turn of seven minutes in heaven. Right, right, Christ, just leave us, now.

Look, why on earth are you even here? From my knowledge, you weren't even invited to my party. My birthday party, I might add.

We, like, hated each other, so out of all the parties, why crash into mine? No, no, no. You know what? Don't bother answering.

I'm not gonna believe you, either way. Christ, for some reason, you're here now, and stuck in a closet with me. I'm not sure if this is torture for me or for you, but.

.. Either way, we're stuck here for seven minutes. Oh god, no, it's going to be more, considering they might be kind enough to offer me a few extra minutes.

Which, once, I might have been grateful for. But not now. Not if it means that I'm stuck here with you for longer.

Did I mention it's you, of all people? Why? Look, I hate you, because you're a nerd.

A loser. A loner who keeps appearing in my way. At school, after school, at the park, and now, at my own damn birthday party.

Like, I put out into the universe that I don't want to see one person, and lo and behold, they're everywhere. Oh, you are so that bad. Look, we're not friends.

Not even frenemies, I might add. Enemies, even. In fact, when I see you, I audibly groan.

I feel so disgusted I almost threw up. I legit want to throw myself into a brick wall. Not even that, I.

.. Why do you look like that? No, you look sad.

Why? Has it finally dawned on you that you ruined my birthday party by destroying my one chance to kiss a random cutie in this party? Oh, I mean, well, when I usually insult you, you just, you know, throw one back at me.

I didn't think I actually hurt you when I say these things. God, you're more of a loser than I thought. Right, right, sorry, I.

.. Look, you're a nerd and all, but that's not entirely why I hate you. Yeah, no, it isn't.

If it makes you feel any better, I genuinely think you're pretty great. Too great, actually. Too great, actually.

Which is part of the reason why I hate you. You're, like, too perfect. Like, so perfect you're basically untouchable by misfortune type of perfect, if that makes sense.

You get good grades, you're smart. Well, not really, well, book smart, not really street smart. Kinda.

.. I've seen you nearly get run over more times than I can bear to count. Right, right, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

Back to the topic, since you just want to hear me sing your praises or something. Sigh. Look, the fact is, when I see you, I see this cute little perfect being who lives in a bubble of perfect and eats perfect little bouts of cereal for breakfast.

Okay, what I'm trying to say is, that you made me jealous. Very jealous. That you live in this perfect world and you're always so nice.

No matter how bad of a day you look like you're having, or how many times I'm mean to you. I'm legitimately being mean to you because you're perfect and I want to be that one bad thing to make your world less perfect. Oh my god, you can't be serious.

No, you seriously only got from all that is that I called you cute? God, you're dumber than I originally thought. Oh god, dammit, I think someone's coming in.

Kiss me. Yeah, quick, just, I'm being serious, just kiss me. We need to, like, make them go away, and if they find us talking, they'll just kick us out.

Why don't you just shut up and kiss me, nerd? No, no, no, just one more. A little longer.

Just need to make sure. Can't really face this. Mwah, mwah, mwah.

Oh, fuck. Um, no, no, no, no, nothing's wrong, I just. ..

God, you kiss pretty good for a nerd. Thanks. No, that better not be implying I'm also a nerd, because I will take back all those nice things about you.