You felt extremely awkward. A room filled with drunk and bad smelling teens was the last thing you wanted to come back into. But yet here you are. You still aren't sure why you agreed to this, but you wonder even more on why Lucas did.

Everyone was sat in a circle, it was odd and shaped more like an oval. Lucas sat next to you, a bit close. But you knew some how that he was doing it out of nerves. He didn't know anyone in the room besides you and Quest, and he only really liked you.

Quest likes to look at Lucas, everytime you look at her she's eyeing him. You don't care much because he already said he wasn't interested in her. Quest finally starts speaking after the long and weird silence.

"Okay, so. What's gonna happen is we're gonna put our names in this hat," she pauses to set the cowboy hat, yes cowboy hat, in the middle of the jacked up circle. Lucas looks at you to read your expression, but it's blank. That doesn't help his discomfort at all.

"I'm gonna pass around this pencil and paper and you're just gonna rip off a piece and write your name then put it in the hat. It's simple. Oh! Also fold it so people can't cheat."

The paper and pencil make their way around the circle quickly, but it truly felt like forever.

"If some asshole tries to touch me I'm gonna scream," you mumble to Lucas and he holds back a laugh.

"I'll go first since it was my idea," Quest says.

Her hand reaches forward to grab a piece of paper. And the light in her eyes seem to vanish when she reads the name, "Jason."

A boy with bright blue eyes and blonde hair stands up, a smirk on his face.

"After you madam," he says, his voice laced with an obvious fake English accent. A few people laugh, but you and Lucas stay silent.

As everyone waits for the 7 minutes to go by Lucas begins to talk, "I don't know anyone in here. I swear I'm going to be so awkward. I shouldn't have done this."

"Lucas it's okay, if you don't wanna do it just back out. Don't fall under peer pressure."

"But isn't that what you did?"

He was right, so you just don't answer.

When they come back a boy sitting next to you with a sea of freckles on his tan face asks, "Did y'all fuck or what?"

You scoff at his words, finding disgust in them even if they weren't directed at you.

"No Leon we didn't fuck so shut the hell up," she says to him with a sour tone.

After Quest is a girl you didn't know the name of, and she was very pretty. She looked just as nervous as you, maybe more. In the middle of her reaching into the hat Quest says, "put the name back in the hat when you're done guys."

"It says Alec," the girl says.

Alec hops up and is already making her way to the closet, "let's go!"

The girls grey eyes widen, not expecting Alec's enthusiasm. You giggle a bit at your friend and it's music to Lucas' ears.

When they come back the girls cheeks are red and there's a small smile on her face, and a smirk on Alec's.

The next several minutes are a bit more entertaining with Alec making jokes about how good of a kisser Peyton is, the girl who's name was just unknown to you.

When the hat makes its way to Lucas you're scared of who's name is going to come out of that hat. If it's Quest you know he's in for it, you didn't know about anyone else.

He reaches into the hat, pulling out a paper that you already knew wasn't yours from the shape of it. And your thoughts were confirmed when the name is plastered across it.

"Caidy," he says softly, but loud enough for the girl to hear.

She slowly stands up, a small smile on her face.

Caidy was pretty as well, she had short brown hair and small blue eyes. Dark freckles were running across her nose and cheeks, and her eyebrows seemed to be made by the gods.

You bit the inside of your cheek, trying to contain the jealousy that was coursing through you.

You had to keep telling yourself this as Lucas gave you a small nervous smile before walking to the closet with Caidy.

The 7 minutes felt like an eternity. All you wanted was for him to come out of there, you didn't want her to lay a hand on him. But he wasn't yours, so you knew you had no control over it.

When he came back out he looked pretty okay. His hair wasn't messed up, and neither was Caidy's.

"Did anything happen?" You asked as soon as he sat down.

"No, we just talked. I was awkward, As expected."

His cheeks got red as he talked about it.

"Go (Y/N)," Alec said, reaching across the circle to kick you with her foot.

You grabbed the hat and reached in, pulling out a particularly small strip of paper. You opened it and your eyes widened.

"Lucas," you say before turning to face him.

He swallows hard, he knows how small that closet is.

The two of you walk to the closet, your legs were practically shaking. When the door opened the first thing you say is, "it's literally a two by four closet."

Lucas chuckles, "Yeah. I know, I didn't wanna come back in here but yet here I am."

The two of you sit down then shut the door. The small light in the closet gave off a hard yellow ray that was still dim at the same time, similar to the back deck light.

You were basically on top of on another, trying your best to give one another space by sitting with your legs crossed but it didn't do much.

"Caidy is really pretty," you say before continuing, "all the girls out there are pretty."

Lucas shakes his head at your words then looks down at his hands.

"Why don't you think you're pretty? Like an actual genuine reason why."

You didn't expect him to ask that. In all honestly when you said it in the first place you didn't expect what he'd say back.

"Oh, uh," you paused, eyes shifting to meet his, "I don't know why."

Lucas keeps his eyes connected with yours, searching for answers he knew he'd never get was a waste of time.

"Well I think your beautiful and this is the second time in one night you have basically called yourself ugly and I don't like it. You aren't ugly (Y/N), not at all. Just because you aren't this outgoing cheerleader who fucked the quarterback doesn't mean you aren't pretty, beautiful, or gorgeous. What ever the hell you want to call it. But just know that I'm this weird awkward boy who has never called a girl pretty and I'm sorta freaking out at this point," he's nearly out of breath by the time he's done.

You have no clue what to say. No one has called you any of those thing.

Lucas feels like he's truly fucked up when you stay looking at him wth wide eyes.

"Say something," he says, "please."

But you don't, instead you lean forward quickly and press your lips to his. He's startled by your actions, but doesn't question it.

So here the two of you are doing the most cliche thing anyone can do during 7 Minutes In Heaven.

The kiss is slow, and speaks for itself.

You've kissed a few people for the experience of it, but none were like Lucas. Usually boys reached straight for the ass, but his hands were wrapped around your waist trying to get you closer to him.

And your arms were tangled in his soft curls, loving the way they felt.

A hard knock on the door makes the two of you pull away with a light pop of you lips, the sound making you blush harder than you already were.

"7 minutes are up," someone says. It's a voice neither of you recognize.

"You're a good kisser," Lucas says.

There's a goofy smile plastered around his face. His hair is a mess and his lips are swollen, it's a pretty sight.

"You are too," you say.

You knew you'd be talking to Lucas a lot more after tonight.