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Elite
The music in the living room thumped just loud enough to make conversation optional. Someone had turned the lights down, and the only real glow came from a string of half-working fairy lights taped along the wall. In the corner, a group circled around a dented cardboard box with “FIVE MINUTES IN HEAVEN” scrawled across the top in marker.
“Okay, okay—next pair!” someone shouted.
Laughter rippled through the room as two names were pulled. A few dramatic oooohs followed.
“Alex… and Sam.”
Alex nearly choked on his drink. “Wait—what?”
Across the room, Sam froze mid-laugh, eyes widening before quickly pretending it was no big deal. “It’s just five minutes,” they said, shrugging, but their smile didn’t quite settle.
“Closet’s free!” someone called.
The hallway felt quieter, like stepping out of a storm and into something more focused. The door creaked open, and Alex gestured awkwardly. “After you.”
“Such a gentleman,” Sam teased, slipping inside.
The closet was small—smaller than expected. The kind of small that made you suddenly very aware of where your hands were, where your feet were, how close someone else was standing. The door shut behind them with a soft click, muting the party into a distant hum.
For a second, neither of them spoke.
“So…” Alex started, immediately regretting it.
“So,” Sam echoed, then laughed under their breath. “We’re really doing this, huh?”
“I mean, we could just stand here and count to five minutes.”
“Tempting. Very thrilling. A story for the grandkids.”
That broke the tension just enough. Alex leaned back against the wall, exhaling. “Okay, fair. Then what do people usually do in here?”
Sam tilted their head, pretending to think. “From what I hear? Panic. Say something weird. Maybe bump into a shelf.”
As if on cue, Alex’s elbow knocked lightly into something behind him. A hanger clattered.
“Wow,” Sam grinned. “You’re a natural.”
They both laughed—this time easier.
The silence that followed wasn’t as heavy. Just… quieter. Closer.
“You know,” Sam said after a moment, “this is less terrifying than I thought it’d be.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. I figured it’d be unbearably awkward.”
“Give it time,” Alex said. “We’ve got, like, four minutes left to ruin it.”
Sam stepped a little closer—not dramatically, just enough to make the space feel smaller again. “Or,” they said softly, “we could not ruin it.”
Alex hesitated, then met their eyes. Even in the dim light, there was something steady there. Not a joke this time.
“Okay,” Alex said, quieter now. “I vote for that option.”
Another pause—but this one felt different. Intentional.
“Can I—” Alex started, then stopped. “Is it okay if I—”
Sam smiled, just a little. “You can stop asking halfway through sentences.”
“Right. Sorry.”
“It’s okay,” Sam said. “I like that you ask.”
That seemed to settle it.
Alex leaned in, slowly enough to change course if needed. Sam didn’t pull away. Their foreheads brushed for a second—an almost-moment that somehow felt bigger than anything louder would’ve.
When they finally kissed, it was brief. Careful. The kind of kiss that felt more like a question than an answer.
They pulled back at the same time, both a little surprised.
“Okay,” Sam said, a small laugh escaping. “That was… not awkward.”
“Yeah,” Alex admitted. “Unexpected.”
From outside, someone banged on the door. “Time’s up, lovers!”
They both jumped back, instantly aware of the tiny space again.
“Lovers?” Alex repeated, incredulous.
“Let them dream,” Sam said, reaching for the doorknob.
Before opening it, they glanced back. “Hey… that didn’t have to be just a five-minute thing.”
Alex smiled, a little less nervous this time. “Yeah. I was kind of hoping you’d say that.”
The door swung open, and the noise of the party rushed back in—but it didn’t feel quite as overwhelming anymore.