After Ashley and Andy B's time is up, they both stumble out of the closet, looking shaken up. Most of the group notices the fresh hickey on Ashley's neck, and his face is red, but Andy keeps a stoic expression, not giving anything away.
Next is Kellin's turn. He spins the bottle and wished it lands on Vic but it glides effortlessly past him and settles. Oli gives Kellin a wink before wordlessly going to the closet. He casts Vic a worried glance before shutting the door behind him.
"Um," Kellin says nervously. "How have you been?" Oli hates small talk, and Kellin knows that.
"I miss you. I miss us." Oli says, in a soft tone, unlike the last time he and Kellin spoke.
Yelling. Anger. Pain.
He flinched away from his voice, not wanting to fall into his trap again.
"No. I'm over you, and what you did is unforgivable." Kellin says moving as far away from him as he could.
"I told you, I've changed. It won't happen again, I promise." Oli tries to convince.
"No Oli, we're done, once was enough."
"Kells,"
"Don't call me that. You don't have the right."
"Kellin, please-" Once again, the small closet is flooded with light.
"Don't talk to me again." Kellin says quietly exiting the closet.
As the game continues on, Kellin can't suppress the memories of his break up with Oli.
"It's just not working out."
"WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN? And don't give me that 'it's not me it's you' shit, either."
"No, I just have a lot going on and-"
"THERE'S SOMEBODY ELSE, ISN'T IT?"
"No, Oli," Whyy isn't he believing me?
"DON'T FUCKING LIE TO ME!" Oli says before he stormed over and slapped me.
We both froze, and he instantly looked regretful. "Kells, I-"
"Get the fuck away from me." I said quietly, calmly, but I was anything but. After that, I left him and didn't look back.
The end.
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