You pray that it lands on Elijah.
You love the way he's a fucking idiot. The way he says stupid things and never spells correctly is amazingly hot. You want him to write all kinds of naughty things and spell them wrong to make it as sexy as possible.
You seriously might be moronsexual.
You watch the bottle intensely as it lands on Elijah, and you jump up and cheer. "Hell yes!"
"Sliiime!" Alex and Elijah touch hands before Elijah gets up.
Maggie guides you to the closet and locks the door. "Seven minutes, guys."
The closet is pretty cramped, and your body is nearly pressed against Elijah's. "Oh, man, this is so tight."
"Yeah." Elijah manages to sit down with his legs crossed and he looks around the closet. "Are you enjoying yourself, [y/n]?"
"Of course I am!" You say excitedly. "I love hanging out with you guys, you're all so funny and great to be around. E-especially you, Elijah." You sit down too and your knees bump against him sensually.
"Oh, thanks, man." Elijah blushes slightly. "I'm pretty funny, I know, I know." He laughs at himself and you laugh too.
"Seriously, you're so funny." You reach out to find his face and brush your hand against his cheek. "I feel like you and your jokes always make me smile, even when I'm having a bad day. You're really special to me, Elijah."
He presses your hand against his face. "[y/n], that means a lot to me. Thank you for saying that."
"Of course. I mean it, too."
For a moment you stare lovingly into each other's eyes. The tension is so thick you could cut it with a knife. Finally, you both lean forward and have a beautiful, dramatic make-out session filled with fireworks.
You pull back when you're out of breath. "Elijah, that was so sexy."
"It was," he agrees, tenderly caressing your shoulders. "Does this mean you're mine?"
You smile at him bashfully. "If you'll have me."
"Of course."
The words fill you with so much joy that you can't help but lean in for a kiss again. Nothing happens, and when you open your eyes, Elijah stays still.
"What do you see?"
He stands up suddenly. "SLIME!"
"Slime? You mean Alex...?" You look behind you. The closet is tiny and there's barely enough room for two people. Besides, Alex stayed in the living room. There's no way he followed you into the closet. Right?
You shriek at the top of your lungs. Crouched in a ball in the corner of the closet is Alex, his eyes glowing demonic red. He smiles. "Hey, guys."
You bang your fists against the closet door. "LET ME OUT!"
Maggie pulls it open with a frown. "You had some time left, [y/n]. What happened?"
You have your finger at the darkness and sob. "HIM!"
But Alex is gone. The only person in the closet is Elijah, who looks confused. "What'd I do?"
"What are you talking about?" Maggie puts her hand on your shoulder. "Who did you see?"
You put your head in your hands. "Alex! He was in the corner, staring at us the whole time!"
"[y/n], Alex died a few months ago."
"What?" You look around, terrified. Elijah nods solemnly. "He died—? But I saw him at the party. He was here!"
"[y/n]." Elijah pats your back gently. "You must've hallucinated him."
