Seven Minutes in Heaven

"If you are ever in doubt as to whether to kiss a pretty girl, always give her the benefit of the doubt" ~Thomas Carlyle

Alvin Seville

I stand there, a little nervous about the whole game. I'm the guy that's supposed to be the center of any party and now I have to go make out with some random girl in a closet for seven minutes? As much as I'm a total 'player', I never meant for it to be a permanent reputation. I glance at the girls around the room, one girl in pink catching my eye unintentionally. I squeeze my eyes shut, shutting out any hope for her to return any sort of feelings for me.

"Here we are Alvin," Macy whispers sweetly, placing a blindfold over my eyes. I'm completely discombobulated and my knees feel like jelly. "It's to make sure you don't find out who your lucky lady is," Macy giggles.

"I see," Simon whispers from next to me.

"You know Simon," I smirk. "I could punch you in the face without you even seeing it coming."

"You could also just as easily miss and fall on your face," he shoots back dryly. I cross my arms, finding it weird that I couldn't see a thing. The girls on the other side of the room gasp and giggle all at the same time. I assume they've picked their first victim. My heart starts pounding against my rib cage, and my breathing becomes uneven. More gasps come and I want to shrink in my spot. Unfortunately, at least according to Simon, it's impossible. I feel a warm hand grasp my own and lead me off towards a closet of her choosing. I gulp down fear and show a cocky smile. I've got this.

I plop down on my butt, feeling the cold metal surfaces all around me. Usually this would be done in a coat closet but whatever. I feel a hand touching my face. Despite the fact that your partner is supposed to be kept a complete secret, when I can feel her breath on my lips I open my mouth. "Didn't anyone ever teach you to keep your hands to yourself?" I smirk, referring to her hand that is exploring my cheeks and neck. "And to share?" I rub a thumb over her soft cheeks.

"Oh my God," she backs away in the dim light. Her voice is harsh and… mad? "I just had to be partnered up with Alvin Seville?"

"What's with girls and not wanting to kiss me?" I lean against the opposite wall, a little hurt.

"Because you're a disgrace to the human race!" she screams, opening her arms out wide. A series of light go off on the wall that she hit, revealing the face of Brittany Miller.

"Thank God I'm not human then!" I stick out my tongue. Yeah… I went there. Brittany growls under her breath. "You know that they say," I wag a finger in front of her face, making her scowl. "If you have nothing nice to say, don't say anything at all."

She glares.

"Wow," I clutch my chest dramatically. "And I thought we were friends!"

"I hate you Alvin Seville," she grabs the front of my shirt violently. I watch helplessly as the yellow A on the front gets all stretched out. "I wish you would just go die," she whispers. "You always ruin everything for me!"

"What?" I let out disbelievingly. "A little harsh much? What the hell did I do to you?"

"Tonight!"

"What?"

Suddenly, a beam of purple light envelops us. I watch the light grows and becomes more and more intense. I look at Brittany helplessly. She looks just as scared as I was. We've both been made into lab rats to Simon's inventions in the past… and since Macy's dad is an inventor, we can only assume that we're being zapped by one of those failed inventions. What if it does something weird like turning us into elephants or changing our personalities? I cringe… until I'm met with the horrible truth. I glance at Brittany to see that half of her body has disappeared!

"Brittany!" I scream, holding onto her hand. She's bawling, watching me. But there's nothing that either of us can do. I look down at my own lap to notice that I'm materializing into thin air as well. It didn't hurt. In fact I could still feel my legs even though I couldn't see or touch them.

In one last moment of terror, everything goes black.

When I open my eyes again, I hear the sound of sneakers against a gym floor and the sound of basketballs hitting the floor. I glance around to see my old fourth grade team practicing. Only… they were still in fourth grade instead of the Varsity Senior team. I had a ball in my hand, spinning it on my finger like it was nothing. But as I snap to attention, I drop the ball.

"What's more important?" I hear Brittany voice in the phone I'm holding. "Me, or basketball?"

"Basketball," I find myself saying.

"Is that so?" she screams back. Suddenly the line goes dead.

"You done talking to your girlfriend?" a boy on the team named Jimmy elbows me in the ribs. I stare at him, completely dumbfounded. "Remember? You promised that loud mouth Brittany that you would go watch Dreamlighting with her tonight. What a bore!"

"Oh," I furrow my eyebrows together. I remember this happening before… how I went to Brittany's after practice and she hit me with a pillow because the show was over… and I wanted to watch basketball. I wasn't much of a romancer when I was ten.

"Seville!" coach bellows. "Stop standing around like an idiot! Twenty sets!"

"Of what?" I turn to Jimmy.

"Lines," he smiles, shoving the ball into my chest. I shift my eyes across the gym. What happened to me? Where's Brittany? How do I get back?

~Dreamlighting :D

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