Down the street from my house lived a boy. He was an ordinary boy in my mind. We hung out and stuck with each other. He was always like a big brother to me, until one day.

"Spin the bottle and spend seven minutes with the person at the end of the bottle in a room upstairs," Kylie said. Hayden and I went to a sleepover party with his sister. We were forced to be playing with them. Not that I minded but everything was going great until this moment. Kylie's parents had left an hour ago and left us in charge. Since we were the older ones we volunteered to go first. I spun the bottle. The neck of the bottle was pointing at Hayden. Not possible. I'm starting to believe magic is real again.

"Let's go," He said completely unfazed. I followed and most of the younger girls 'oohed' as we left. I'm starting to think this was planned. And it all was.