Suckiest one yet, and it's for a oneshot contest [@Griffin0123 ]. It didn't go the way I wanted it to, but I'm too attached to let it go, so I'm probably failing this first round; hopefully I do better next round. Wish me luck! Prompt: The main character goes out drinking with her friends. They're dared to kiss the first person they bump into, they do it. The next morning, they wake up to see their picture. Who's the person they're kissing? The famous actor; *name of second character*

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Sophie laughed, smacking her friend's hand before it could reach her cup. "Seriously, Marella, this is way too much!"

"Aww, but I can still think straight," the other girl protested, offering a grin, and brushing aside one of the braids in her blond hair. She looked like a delicately beautiful girl, but the only folks who thought so were the foolish ones. Her grin turned wicked when her sky-blue gaze found three still-full cups in front of Sophie. "Really? You haven't had anything?"

"Well, you're definitely not driving us home," she replied.

Marella rolled her eyes, letting out a dramatic groan. "All of them."

"What?" Sophie squeaked. "No, you can't drink all of them! I most definitely not let you —"

"No, you drink all of them," she replied. "We came here to have fun, don't be boring. Come on," she said, picking one up rather harshly. She handed it to her friend. "Go on. Chug it."

"No!" she cried, setting the cup back down.

"Chug it!" Marella said louder, apparently deciding that it was her goal to make sure everyone heard her. And everyone did, their eyes flashing to Sophie like she was the brightest person in the entire place. She probably was, considering most of these folks were either idiots, currently half-sane, or both.

"Chug, chug, chug!" Marella chanted, and everyone joined it. A few were even clapping. What was this, third grade?

She shot every person in the place daggers through her eyes, glaring at each and every one until they either laughed or shut up.

But before she could turn to Marella, tempted to dump all three cups over her friend's head, her gaze caught on a pair of eyes. Ice blue eyes, warm despite their cold color, met hers, offering something sweet behind a million shades of laughter. His blond hair was perfectly tousled, like an artist had put each and every strand in place, but when he ran a hand through it, it only made him more handsome. He seemed to be the only other fully sane person in the room, raising an eyebrow at her when she didn't look away. A slightly crooked smirk graced his perfect lips, tilting his head as she rolled her eyes at him. She didn't need to know him to know he was teasing her. It was clear through his gaze.

He only grinned, mouthing, Scared?

"Chug it!" Marella insisted.

Sophie held his ice-blue gaze. "Fine."

"Really?"

She grabbed her cup, and soon, before she knew it, all three of them were empty. "Oh. Okay, that's not good."

"What do you mean, it's not good? Can you believe it?" Marella cried. She turned to the folks around them. "She just drank more than she ever has in her entire life!"

But Sophie didn't feel too good.

"Now we can have some fun!" Marella exclaimed.

"Maybe we should head home," Sophie mumbled. Her eyes were starting to droop like someone had put hundred pound kiwi slices on them, and she was tempted to drop and let the silky darkness overwhelm her.

"Nuh uh," Marella said, her gaze bright in an excitement Sophie wanted no part of. "I've got an idea for you."

No, no, ideas were bad. Right? Yes. Very. Especially Marella's. But the words slipped out of her lips before she could stop them, and though she knew she would regret them soon, she still said, "Great, what is it?"

Her friend's eyebrows shot up in shock, but, slowly, something tugged at the edges of her lips, turning it into a mischievous grin. "I dare you," she said grandly, holding out her arms to indicate everyone who'd gone back to doing whatever they'd been doing, "to kiss the first person you bump into. Well, someone your age, obviously. Even if they're dating someone."

"Deal. Wait. What?"

|~|~|

It had been half-an-hour since her dare, and Sophie had remained extra careful to stay at least six feet away from anyone around her. Which was extremely and annoyingly difficult, because her thoughts grew blurry, as though she was in an alternate reality, and she could barely focus on putting one foot in front of the other let alone stay away from people.

But when Marella finally suggested for them to head home, Sophie was feeling pretty proud of herself. The only things she bumped into were a few chairs, and thankfully, Marella didn't make her kiss any of them.

"Careful, the floors are wet," Marella told her, taking her hand and leading her befuddled friend to the door.

Of course, the moment she let go to open the door, Sophie's boots lost their traction. If she fell, it probably would've been the most embarrassing thing that had happened to her that day. Very Sophie-like, but embarrassing nonetheless. She would've landed on her butt, or her head would've hit some chair, and her clothes and hair would end up all dirty, and she'd look like a mess, and —

Bad. It would've been bad.

To make it worse, Sophie's arms flung out, trying to grab something or another to keep her from falling. And caught absolutely nothing.

Some caught her instead.

"Woah, careful," someone cried, and she felt warm arms slip around her waist and pulled her close before she could end up on the ground. They were really warm arms, actually, and a strange sense of belonging washed over her, like whoever's arms they were, they felt like home. She never wanted them to let go.

At least not until she saw who he was.

"Well, this is cliche," she mumbled, avoiding the intent ice-blue eyes that had focused on her, less than a few inches away. They had little flecks of silver in them, and there was a ring of darker blue on the outside. "Thanks, my knight in . . . un-shiny clothes."

He smirked, pulling her to her feet and drawing back, but his hand clasped hers and he held it up, bowing. "Sir Keefe Sencen." He straightened, his eyes gleaming with humor. "Or maybe, 'Lord Hunkyhair.' Oooh, I like that one. Don't you?"

Sophie giggled. "Sophie Foster. And currently very unaware of my surroundings."

"Three cups at once," Keefe marveled. "I saw."

"I don't do it often. At all, actually —"

"Who's that? Are you going to kiss him?" Marella asked immediately.

"What?" Sophie squeaked, horrified.

"What?" Keefe grinned at the same time, clearly much more amused than Sophie.

"Sophie," Marella warned, pulling out her phone.

Sophie cursed herself.

"Woah, language," Keefe scolded, his ice-blue eyes dancing with joy. "What happened?"

"It's a dare," she muttered, refusing to meet his bright eyes. "I have to kiss the first person I bump into."

Keefe's striking gaze grew wide, but a mischievous smirk tugged at his perfect lips. "Ah. Yeah, I get that. I never say no to a dare."

"Are you just saying that because you want to kiss Sophie?" Marella interrogated, clearly ready to capture whatever happened on video.

He laughed.

She'd never heard someone laugh like that. So free, so full of life, so . . . real. And her heart suddenly seemed to grow the wings of a hummingbird trying to break out of a cage, and it was clear Keefe knew it, but he only winked.

"Well, she is pretty cute," he said, winking.

Sophie stared at him. Her mouth drifted open in shock, and she was fairly certain her eyes were enormous in astonishment, but she couldn't seem to drop the expression.

Marella giggled, holding her phone as steady as she could. "Go on, kiss him."

"But I —"

Keefe's teasing gaze met hers, brighter than the brightest stars flickering in the night sky above like priceless diamonds catching the silver moonlight. They were brilliant, blazing with a kind of excitement she could never discern. And more charming than anyone she'd ever known. Her favorite color was teal, but she was pretty sure, after whatever happened tonight, it wouldn't be.

He grinned, quirking up an eyebrow. "Scared, Foster?"

|~|~|

The next morning, Sophie's lips were tingling, and she didn't understand why. The only thing that echoed through her thoughts from the night before was a vague memory of irresistible ice-blue eyes, and the long, dark lashes of the one and only Keefe Sencen.

Keefe Sencen?

Keefe Sencen, the famous actor who had played in practically every movie Sophie's friends ever bothered to watch. Sophie wasn't one for talking about boys into the night, but she definitely knew who Keefe Sencen was.

"Oh, no," Sophie yelped, reaching for her phone. If Marella had taken a video, there was no doubt she'd posted it on social media.

Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no — the word echoed in her mind as she fumbled with her phone, ignoring the massive migraine that decided to roar in her head just about then.

Maybe it was a different Keefe. Or maybe Marella hadn't posted it. Or maybe nobody recognized him. Or maybe — maybe a giant T-Rex will come out of nowhere and pluck me out of existence, she thought, for every shred of hope she had vanished instantly, each more stupid than the next.

When she finally saw the post, she found it being spammed with over six-hundred comments — and still going.

'Sophie did her first dare, I'm so proud!' said the caption.

There she was, blushing furiously in Keefe's arms, as his hand cupped against her jaw. It was definitely her in the video, with her gold hair cascading over her shoulders, and her brown eyes rounder than ever, but it felt more like a dream, one she barely remembered as she watched Keefe's beautiful eyes flutter close. The video shook for a moment, and when it finally cleared, their lips were barely inches away. Less . . . less . . . and gently, they brushed against each other, nothing more than it needed to be, but nothing less either. It was perfect.

Another comment caught her gaze, and every limb in her body froze as her heart sped up. Of course, it was Keefe Sencen, with that little blue checkmark by his name. 'I hope you enjoyed it, M'lady Foster. I certainly did.'

And she should've felt embarrassed, but something that felt more like ecstasy overfilled her, lifting her spirits for no apparent reason. It wasn't like she'd ever see Keefe again, but . . . Oh, it felt like she was in a fairytale! It felt like magic. She felt like magic, and though Keefe probably wouldn't remember her, whatever that kiss was, despite how disoriented she'd been, she hadn't forgotten it. She didn't think she ever would.

Instantly, she searched up, 'Does Keefe Sencen have a girlfriend?' She didn't need some girl sending highly dangerous missiles after her for the rest of her life to get revenge on her for kissing her insanely hot boyfriend.

Thankfully, he didn't.

Sophie fell back on her bed breathlessly. "Oh, my goodness."

Those were the only sensible string of words that came to mind. And truth be told? They described everything perfectly.

"You okay?" asked the voice of her roommate.

Sophie glanced up to find Marella grinning widely at her.

"I'm not sure," she said, showing her Keefe's comment. "This is crazy."

Marella's gaze brightened when she read it over and over, until Sophie wasn't quite sure what she was looking at.

"You want to see something crazier?" Marella took her phone and opened her contacts.

"Please don't tell me you —"

"I'm not sure if you remember," Marella said, showing Sophie her phone, which was opened to Keefe's contact number, "but I'm pretty sure he asked you on a date."

Hehe. Sucky. Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed this ~cringe-fest supreme~ that went by far too quickly. I'm vaguely certain the prompt was actually asking for me to tell the story after this happened, but I —