This may be the best party in all of existence.

Not by any normal teenage standards, no. This party is about as whack as you can think of. Was it the best idea to let the theatre kids host the party?

Yes. It was the single greatest idea you've ever had, Brianna. You go, gay potato.

People are all talking, there's plenty of food, and the television is playing Friends on full blast the entire time. So people are clapping about 24/7. It's. Freaking. Awesome.

Then someone, no one knows who, is yelling out "TWISTER!"

And y'all already know what's gonna go down with a room full of band geeks and theatre nerds.

The hype begins. Most of the guests runs into the living room to play. Some stay behind to eat the food, but sit in the living room to watch.

"Right foot red!"

"Right hand yellow!"

"Left foot yellow!"

"Left hand blue!"

It gets to the point where I'm turned to a backbend, which is killing my back. I press my back against the sheet in an attempt to soothe it. Then I hear the dreaded words.

"Right hand yellow!"

I don't move, as my right hand is already on yellow. But Erika does. She's the leader of the theatre club. I play in the band, so I don't get to talk to her too often. She's also point guard for the basketball team. I know, super cliché, but these people exist. And I know one of them.

She places her hand right next to mine, and she is positioned in such a way that her face is inches from mine. Her hair is slipping a bit out of her ponytail, touching a bit on my face. She smiles at me in that super cliché way of hers. I can hear all of my friends who aren't playing Twister giggling in the back. We don't stay in that position very long. I thought I was safe.

I was so wrong.

There's a point where she's underneath me, and I'm on top of her, facing away from her face.

We don't move for a while, so we were in that position for so long. About 30 seconds pass when she brushes her lips against my neck. The hair on the back of my neck stands up. I don't react any further. I guess she decided to take a gander and press her lips against my neck. At first, I'm alarmed and uncomfortable, but I nod to let her continue. She's full on kissing my neck at this point. We're in a position where my friends can't see us, so I don't recoil at any point.

"Right foot green!"

I move my right foot, causing us to break from our position. I glance at her and catch her smirking at me. I blush, causing her to smirk further.

A few moves later, I'm underneath her again. We're in clear view of my friends, so they're all giggling. Regardless, she leans in to my ear and whispers, "May I?"

I nod slightly, knowing full well my friends can see me. She slowly leans in and kisses me. Even though I knew she was going to, I still nearly fall in shock at how good she was at it. I fall to the ground and cup her face in my hands. My friends are freaking the fuck out.

"Hey! Brianna's hands aren't on the dots!" my friends shouts. Of freaking course, Jamie.

Everyone's turned to look at us. Even though we tried our best to separate before everyone sees us, everyone knows.

Shit.

I quickly stand up and leave the room where Friends is playing.

So no one told you life was gonna be this wayyyyyy

Your job's a joke, you're broke, your love life's D.O.A.

Jee, thanks television.

All this because of freaking Twister.