Josh

You were sitting on the floor with your friends, watching the guy across from you spin the bottle. The atmosphere in the room was cheerful, but inside you felt tension. Every spin of the bottle caused a strange feeling of anticipation - what if it points at you. And then it happened. The bottle slowed down and, after making its last circles, stopped, pointing directly at you. You noticed how Josh's face slightly twisted in surprise. It was him. The one with whom you had never had a single peaceful day. Every conversation, every meeting always ended with poisonous words, and now you had to spend seven minutes together. In the closet. In the dark. Some of the group giggled, and some openly smiled, knowing that this was going to be awkward. You sighed and stood up, feeling his eyes on you. He didn't look thrilled with the idea, but he didn't refuse either. The guy stood up behind you, and without saying a word, you headed towards the closet. The door closed, and pitch darkness fell.