I wasn't too sure how it happened, but I ended up drunk when Victoria and I got locked in a cupboard at her house.

Victoria had invited me over to her house for a visit when the two of us were on break. Victoria had decided to bake cupcakes one day and I helped her out.

"And you put the eggs in...Kate, where are the eggs?"

Our answer was right next to us when we turned to see Victoria's four-year-old sister, Natalie sat on the floor with a mischievous smile on her face. In her hands was the box of eggs.

"Greene,"

"Yes?"

"Grab the eggs."

Something registered in Natalie's eyes, and next thing we knew she was up off the kitchen floor and running along the hall.

"Go, go, go!" Victoria yelled, as the two of us ran after Natalie.

My key question: how could such a small person run so quickly?

By the time Victoria and I had gotten up three flights of stairs, I had to take a break. It wasn't long, however, before Victoria was running back down the hallway with the eggs and we went back to the kitchen to carry on cooking.

After approximately twenty minutes, the cupcakes had baked to, what Victoria deemed, perfection. The two of us sighed with relief that such a horrendous task was over, at least, it had been made difficult with Victoria's youngest sister trying to steal about a third of all of the ingredients each time we tried to use them.

Victoria wiped her forehead getting some flour on it, and then gave me a confused look when I gave her an amused one.

"What? What is it? Do I have something on my face?"

"Here," I said, walking closer to her with a tissue and taking the flour off.

I couldn't help but notice just how pink Victoria's cheeks had gotten at our proximity.

Once she was all cleaned up, I backed away.

Victoria was now looking behind me.

"Natalie..." she trailed off.

I heard a giggle as the little girl took the plate of earlier-made cupcakes and began to run off with it. Luckily this time, Victoria had retrieved the cupcakes pretty quickly, and then she grabbed my wrist and pulled me some place. Next thing I knew it was pitch dark until I heard Victoria groan slightly and pull the chord on the light switch.

"We'll wait for the coast to be clear, and then re-enter the kitchen so that our cupcakes are safe for tonight's dinner," she said.

We waited, and waited, and then Victoria decided to exit the cramped space.

Thank goodness neither of us had claustrophobia, because we ended up being in the small room for a while.

Victoria sighed and tried to get the door to budge, but then the handle came clean off. Victoria stepped away, the rusty key to getting us out of the cupboard misplaced within her hand.

"We're screwed," she said, immediately.

"Huh?" I replied.

"Well, I don't see a way we can get out of here without this," she replied, somewhat exasperated.

I nodded.

Victoria sighed again, and sat down on a chair within the cupboard, one of the only things inside the cupboard it seemed, apart from a shelf of wine.

"We'll wait for my mum and dad to get back, I'm sure it won't be too long before..."

"What?" I asked, once Victoria trailed off with wide eyes, as she felt her pocket.

"I don't have my phone, you have yours?"

I pulled it out and she tried to turn it on, but each time she tried the thing went dead.

I really did need to convince my parents that an $11 phone doesn't get you many places in life.

"We're screwed," Victoria reverted to saying, and looked down towards her bracelet for a moment before looking back to me.

"At least we have the cupcakes?" she asked.

True, at least we had the cupcakes.

Maybe now we were stuck there together, I could take the opportunity to ask Victoria just what had happened about her admitting she liked me and then not mentioning it much more after that...

"At least I'm with you, I guess," Victoria said, and I gave her a curious look which she smiled at.

"Greene..." she trailed off.

She thought for a moment, and then shook her head to herself slightly, before looking back up to me and forcing a smile.

"Cupcake?" she asked.

I accepted it, and took the pink-iced cake out of her hands and took a bite out of it.

Perfect.

It had seemed that all the extra effort we had gone to get the cupcakes to be made before her parents got back hadn't gone to a waste.

I smiled.

"Is it good?" she asked, before proceeding to take a bite out of her own cupcake. She closed her eyes as she savoured the taste of it.

"Perfect," she smiled.

"Okay, so we're stuck in a cupboard..." I began.

"Let's do something...hm," Victoria looked around before her eyes fell on the shelf of wine.

"I mean...why not?" she questioned, before taking the bottle of the wall and the cork screw next to it, she promptly opened the bottle and then took a swig from it.

"We could be here some time, you really think I'm just going to sit around while..."

She thought for a brief second before continuing to speak.

"This is really good," she said.

It was?

She passed me the bottle and me not finding a reason not to, also took a swig from the bottle.

It was good.

Apparently, I had found it so good that I ended up drinking enough of it to get me moderately drunk. Victoria, however, seemed to be completely sober.

Poor lightweight Kate.

"Victoria," I began.

"You sure you had enough?" Victoria smirked.

"I need to say this now before I chicken out," I replied, though my head started to feel fuzzy.

"Okay, don't chicken out on me then, Greene. Say it. What's going on?" she enquired.

Then, with a mix of rare confidence and drunkenness, the words slipped out.

"I love you,"

Victoria's eyes widened slightly, and she didn't say much more about it. At least, I don't think she could have done, because I got so dizzy I passed out ...or Victoria knocked me out, either way, everything went dark until the next morning.

//*

"Good morning, Kate," Victoria's voice came from next to me.

I was in Victoria's room.

As I sat up, I turned to Victoria and placed a hand against my temple.

Reminder for later: don't drink too much to the point of blabbing random thoughts; it makes you admit things that you later might not be such a big fan of saying.

"So..." she trailed off.

"So?" I repeated.

"My dad found us, thankfully," she said.

"And Natalie has been put on cupcake watch, or otherwise known as 'don't let Natalie eat all the cupcakes' watch,"

I had to smile at that.

Victoria smiled too.

I was about to ask her if I had said anything embarrassing the previous night, but Victoria said that I should get some sleep, so I nodded, my eyes flickering closed, I managed to nap for a good three hours before waking up again.

The nap had worked wonders because once I was up the pounding feeling in my head had disappeared, and the worried feeling in my mind had also gone.

I hadn't admitted anything to Victoria, had I?

There was no use worrying about it until I figured out just what exactly had gone down in that cupboard.

Wandering downstairs to get breakfast, and Victoria stood there seemingly in thought, her eyebrows drawn together.

Oh no.

Maybe I had said something...

"So last night," she began.

I gulped. At least, I think I gulped, I was too consumed by my own anxiety to think about much else.

"You love me?"

Oh.

Greene, you had messed up.

If there was a big guy up there he certainly wanted to give me trouble. The one time I drink more than a sip of alcohol and I end up admitting to Victoria how I feel, while I knew little about how she felt for me.

The simplest of all facts on this earth: the universe is unfair.

That was evident in the fact that I now stood in front of Victoria and didn't know what to say because my stomach and chest felt like two volcanoes were about to erupt in them.

Maybe that was just the wine, though.

"Did I really say that?" I asked quietly, Victoria's eyes widened in surprise, as if she didn't expect me to ask about it.

"Did you really mean it?" she countered.

"If I did, what would you thin-"

Next thing I knew, Victoria's cherry-glossed lips were pressed firmly on mine.

A slight "Oh," from Natalie prompted us to stop, and there stood Victoria's other sibling, Valerie, with a smug smile on her face.