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The Closet Doors

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Maggie’s heart pounds in her ears, drowning out the muffled singing of Katy Perry’s “Firework”. The shot of tequila bubbles in her stomach like a witches brew and she wipes her hands on the rough fabric of her jeans.

“You really want out of here, huh.” James' deep voice fills the silence in the closet.

Her head snaps to his face, or what she hoped was his face. The only sliver of light came from the crack between the door and vibrating floor. “What? No!” “Maggie, you’ve checked your phone four times in the past two minutes.”

Fuck. Maggie’s cheeks burn as she slowly slides her phone into her back pocket. The second this door opened, Maggie was going to strangle Amber. 

***

Amber’s blonde hair grazed the floor as she tipped her head back to laugh. The chatter of the room quieted as her pink nails let the bottle whirl and Maggie’s stomach clenched as the glass scraped the floor and slowed.

“Truth or dare, Maggie?” Amber wiggled her shaped eyebrows and the corners of Maggie’s lips tugged up slightly.

“Dare.” Her eyes looked into Amber’s sparkling green ones.

Amber's lips spread into a Cheshire grin. "I dare you." She paused as she scouted the circle of people. Her eyes landed on James, pink lips widening. "I dare you to spend 7 minutes in heaven with James."

"What are we? Twelve?" Maggie's fingers tapped on her criss-crossed legs, the knot in her stomach tightening. She widened her eyes, hoping Amber caught the silent plea in her gaze, a wordless signal aimed directly at her.

"Well, I get to choose. And I chose 7 minutes in heaven."

"Yeah, but—"

"No buts. Get your cute ass in that closet, you too James."

***

“It’s not that you’re not attractive or anything.” Maggie’s hand moves to tuck a strand of hair behind her ears. “Seriously, you’re cute and all. Like I know it’s dark right now but everyone at school knows that God took his time crafting you.”

James clears his throat, the tip of his ears burning red. “Thanks?” He rubs the back of his neck and Maggie sends a thanks to the guy above for the darkness. 

“It’s just that, I don’t want to kiss you.” Her shoulders shrug. “Not that I wanted you to kiss me! You know what, I’ll just stay quiet.”

James’ laugh echoes in the closet and Maggie accidentally hits a hanger from the sound.

“If I were anyone else, I would think you’re hitting on me.” James chuckles. “But, I know you don’t like me, Maggie.” “You do?” Her eyes bulged out as her mouth fell open.

“I mean it’s kinda obvious. The way you look at–”

Their eyes squeeze shut as the lights blind them. The loud chattering of highschool students put on blast. The door swings open and Maggie blink a couple times to adjust to the brightness. 

“So, how was your 7 minutes, guys?” Amber squeezes into the tiny closet, attempting to wrap her arms around their necks. Stretching on tiptoes, she struggles to reach around James' towering frame, settling for looping her arm around his mid-back instead. Her eyes sparkle with curiosity as she meets Maggie’s gaze.

“It was-” Maggie’s gaze flicks down to Amber’s lips before meeting her eyes again. “Fine.”

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Should I Come Out Now?

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It’s been three days since the party, and Amber has been following Maggie like a hungry stray cat. The walls of Maggie’s room were covered with photos of mostly family and Amber, and the ceilings were draped with fake vines and fairy lights. 

“Maggie, you’re killing me.” Amber's arms fly up into the air, making her look like a topper as she spins in the chair. “Why won’t you tell me what happened in the closet?”

Maggie inhales through her nose before exhaling. “Nothing happened. We talked for seven minutes and then you opened the door.” They both sounded like broken records and Maggie swore this is all they’ve talked about ever since the party. “I thought I was your best friend.” Amber grabs onto the desk, halting her spinning. “We tell each other everything!” She crosses her arms and Maggie’s eyes glance at her pushed cleavage before meeting her green eyes. “But it’s the truth!” The mattress of the bed squeaks as she shifts her weight. “You know I tell you everything.”

Maggie’s stomach clenches as the words leave her mouth. She runs a hand through her pin straight hair and Amber’s eyes narrow at the movement. The chair rolls away as she makes her way to the bed, a hot pink nail pointed at Maggie’s chest. 

“Did you guys make out?” Amber turns away from Maggie’s gaze, her finger fidgeting with a lock of hair. “If so, I don’t know why you won’t tell me–he’s perfect for your first kiss!” “God, Amber. For the last time, we didn’t make out!”

The ding of Maggie’s phone snaps the head of the teenage girls to the notification on the illuminated lockscreen. It’s a photo of them at the flower garden festival last spring, Amber’s arms around Maggie, the both of them laughing.

“Oh my god! Is that him?!” 

The breath gets knocked out of Maggie as Amber leaps onto her like a monkey, arms outstretched. Her back bounces on the gray sheets of the bed and her scalp pinches as Amber’s hand pins her black hair to the mattress.

“James texted you!” Amber waves the phone in Maggie’s face, a smile plastered on her face.

“Amber!” Maggie’s fingers tickle Amber’s exposed stomach. The blonde squirming as she grips onto the phone tighter.

Amber’s giggles fill the room as Maggie reaches to grab the device from her manicured hands. Her thighs push against Ambers, rolling them over until Amber’s golden hair splayed out on the bed. Maggie’s hands snatch her phone out of Amber’s soft ones, her own laugh mixing with Ambers.

Their laughter quiets down, breaths resonating in the room. Amber’s green eyes meet Maggie’s brown ones, dipping to her lips and then back to her eyes. Maggie inched closer, her hands on the gray sheets beside Amber’s curls. 

Warmth bloomed in Amber’s chest, like fireworks sparkling as Maggie leaned in close. Their lips brushing together tentatively for the first time. Amber’s perfume, vanilla and roses, was dizzying, butterflies dancing in Maggie’s stomach. She went in for the kiss, though, warmth enveloping her as Amber's lips soft ones pressed against her own.

“You know, you’re really good at opening closet doors.”

Amber’s eyes crinkle as her cheeks turn rosy. “Shut up and kiss me.”

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BLRGHHH

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A soft bell jingles as Stephanie enters the busy ice cream shop, the sweetness of waffle cones carrying throughout. The humid August air has turned her into a sweating mess and the cover-up dress she wore stuck like a second skin. Shrieking children run around the store with cones in their hands, their grubby fingerprints smudged onto the glass cases of ice cream flavours.

Stephanie’s flip flops clack as she walks towards the closest display. Her eyes skim the different labels, trying to track down the sorbet section as she moves on to the next display. Her hair, frizzy and tangled from the ocean waves, was slightly dripping down her back and she swore there was sand in her bikini bottoms.

She stood behind a couple, a pout forming on her lips as they order vanilla cheesecake and banana milk ice cream on waffle cones. She would kill to order cookie dough on a cone, but she forgot her lactaid pills at home.

“Hi, can I get the strawberry sorbet in a cup?”

“Just one scoop?” The teenage worker taps on her screen.

“Yes please.” “Okay, your total is $7.35.” She turns the card machine towards Stephanie.

Stephanie’s eyes slightly bulge, her own strained smile dipping slightly. When the hell did ice cream get so expensive? She double clicked the power button on her phone, tapping her apple pay on the machine.

“Perfect! Alex here will scoop your order for you.” The girl points to a lanky teenager. He waves the metal scooper in his hand, a blush coating his cheeks.

Stephanie lets out a little smile as she walks off to the side. The boy had a ‘Training’ badge pinned to his shirt and she couldn’t help but pity how much she would hate training on one of the hottest summer days.

“Strawberry sherbet for you?”

Stephanie’s head jerks up from her phone. The boy holds the paper cup in his hand, a plastic blue spoon wedged in the pink delicacy.

“Thanks.” Stephanie’s fingers wrap around the cup. “Have a good day!” ***

The soothing sounds of the waves mix with the squawking of seagulls as Stephanie tans on her beach towel. It’s been thirty minutes since the sorbet and her stomach has been making weird monster gurgling sounds. 

“I’m gonna go to the washroom.” Stephanie calls out to her mom, a cramp punching her in the gut. Her legs dart up, walking-almost-jogging to the beach bathroom. 

“C’mon, c’mon.” Stephanie utters, foot tapping on the grimy tiles. The bathroom smelled like rotten eggs and sea water, but her cramping stomach forced her to ignore the smell as she clenched her entire body again.

She just needed one of these bathroom doors to open before she shit her pants. She looks to the dingy bathroom ceiling as she sends a curse to the ice cream store. Who the hell puts dairy in sorbet? The flushing of toilets echoes as a bathroom stall swings, a toddler and her mom emerging. Stephanie speeds past them, slamming the door shut and locking it.

She grimaces as her bare ass sits on the toilet seat. Fuck. Her stomach clenches again and a bead of sweat drips down her forehead.

“Mommy, mommy. There’s a monster in the bathroom!”

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