Colin pov
It was the day of the concert and we agreed to meet in front Poppy's house. Sarah was already parked there before I got ready. As I made my way to the car, I saw that both of them were wearing Taylor's Swift t-shirts.
"Colin!" Poppy said the minute I'd reached her house. "Hurry up. Get over here. I just bet Sarah that I could throw five pieces of popcorn into your mouth in under thirty seconds."
"What?"
"Stand over there." She pointed to a spot ten feet in front of her.
I looked at Sarah, who was sitting on her car, one side of her mouth lifted into a smile.
"She can't do it," Sarah said.
"I am lost here. Why exactly am I the person who has to be on the receiving end in this bet?"
Sarah shrugged. "I don't know. Poppy said it'd be harder or something so I should get you down here. I was just about to text you."
"Come on, just stand there," Poppy whined.
I shook my head. "Nope. Let's go Sarah."
