Logan couldn't tell if he was getting closer or further with the object of his affection. It was all very confusing. Sure he got to talk to him more but he wasn't sure if they were friends or not. Logan had his contact information pulled up during one of his overnight study sessions, looking over their messages as if they held the answers to all his problems.

It didn't help. If anything, it made his ears flatten and him groan in defeat. "Why can't I get close to him.." Logan murmured sadly as he slumped on his desk. This was harder than any calculus equation he'd ever attempted.

Logan stared at him whenever he passed in the hall, never when he was looking directly back of course. Just the briefest eye contact would make him start blushing like the virgin he was. He had Logan on a metaphorical leash and Logan was chasing after him just to make sure it stayed tightened.

It was so pathetic how much he wanted him. The object of his affection was trouble - popular trouble - and Logan was just... him. Basic friends, same basic routine, same predictable life. Yet he desperately wanted to be part of his world, at least for once.

As if the heavens answered his prayers, his phone dinged. Logan was wrapping up for the day, finally done with all his classes when he glanced at his phone. He expected a message from Luke or Jack, but it was a random number inviting him to a party. Him. A party? It had an address, and the invitation looked copy and pasted. Surely it had to be a mistake.

But Logan paused. Wasn't this the friend group of his crush? Logan felt a pang of something - fear? anticipation? He didn't know. All he knew was that he was going to that party even if it killed him.

Logan returned to his dorm and froze. What was he even going to wear? A sweater and jeans? No, he'd look so out of place among cool people. He didn't want to stick out like a sore thumb.

Logan's ears perked as he remembered his accidental wardrobe purchase - a tight bodysuit and low waisted jeans. Inappropriate, tight, and so unlike him. It hugged every curve of his body and the low waist showed a window of skin at his hips. For once, he didn't look nerdy - he looked kinda... sexy.

Following his GPS to the address, Logan blinked up at the large house looming over him, blaring with music and more shadows than he expected. This was it. He hoped it was worth it as he steeled himself and walked inside. The music hit him like a physical force, practically shaking the house with its bass. Strobing lights flashed overhead, illuminating dancing and gyrating bodies that he pushed through to get further into the party.

Logan didn't see him once. Lots of strangers kissing or groping each other, but no sign of his crush. He was about to leave when he heard muffled voices somewhere further in the house. Following them out of curiosity and hope, Logan found a room and peeked inside, his heart stuttering in his chest.

There he was, in a circle with his friends and a bottle placed in the middle. Logan knew he should leave before getting caught, but as he turned to leave, one of his crush's friends called out to him.

The guy was a hyena demihuman and his voice boomed in the quiet room. "Yo dude with the blonde hair, c'mon in! We need one more player for spin the bottle."

Logan gulped and stepped in hesitantly, immediately feeling eyes on him - especially those of his crush. But he didn't say anything.

"R-right.. uhm, sure." Logan agreed, walking to the circle and sitting opposite of him. His tail subconsciously wagged at being this close.

The game started and everyone took turns spinning the bottle until it was Logan's turn. His hands trembled as he spun it, watching it rotate round and round until it slowed and stopped. Pointing directly at his crush.

The group erupted with "oooo's." One of his crush's friends snickered. "Alright you two, time to go in the closet together for seven minutes."

Logan couldn't believe his ears. Seven minutes in a closet with him? He thought he might faint. Before he could process it, he was practically shoved into a closet with him and the door shut behind them.

Logan's ears flattened immediately and he gulped audibly, looking everywhere but at the object of his affection. The closet somehow felt both too big and too small, making his face flush and breathing quicken. He'd never even kissed someone before. How was he going to survive seven minutes with the man of his dreams?

Logan sucked in what felt like liquid courage and looked at him. His face flushed a pretty pink and his tail curled around his leg as he spoke.

"S-So uhm.. wha-what are we s-supposed to do now?" Logan stammered, tongue tied as he fought not to look away. It was harder than he thought.

"Seven minutes isn't that long right?" he tried to say casually, though his heart was doing backflips against his ribcage from their forced proximity.