There'll be peace

Chicken

A/N So after you cringe at my tragic name, I am so bad at them, here is my one shot. I saw the post above on Pinterest and I just had to let it out. Once I get a story idea it bothers me until I write, no matter bad it is! See one-shot for an example of bad writing below ;). I know it's not that original because everyone does truth or dare, yet I'm still here posting it. Thank you for wading this far through my writing and self-deprecation! Thank you and enjoy reading!

Baz

I push myself over the last stairs of the white chapel, my legs tingling and weary. It's been too long since I last feed. The rat population in the catacombs has dwindled to almost nothing. I hope there's something up here. As I push open the heavy wood door I run my hand through my hair, scowling. I slide my eyes around the vast room barely containing my flinch as I'm meeting with 13 other gazes. Seems as if I've interrupted something. I want to laugh at the shocked expressions titling up at mine. My fellow peers have circled themself on the ground, their stray coats and red plastic cups disrupting the dust.

A loud clattering sounds as Snow rockets himself up, red-faced and stumbling. He kicks over his cup (the idiot) spraying amber liquid all over Bunce who desperately tries to mop it up with her skirt. He's a beautiful train wreck. I smirk at him like I planed it and sit down next to Dev, who looks at me slack-jawed for a second then nods. He's sitting suspiciously close to Agatha Wellbelove. Snows sputtering, his magic a tinge in the air.

"Spit it out Snow" I drawl. The people in the room pretend not the watch us.

"What are you doing here?" he finally says, pulling on his bronze curls. I wish I could rake my hands through them.

"Dev invited me you git." I lie cooly, sliding my eyes over to Dev who once again nods. Good man. Bunce is desperately pulling on Snow's sleeve trying to pull him down. I smile lazily and blink up at him. He practically throws himself to the ground, hands clenched. He has quite lovely hands, long tan fingers, and veins that pop out slightly. His nails are bitten, I know because at night I can hear him chewing on them. Laughter and chatting slowly rise into the air and the atmosphere cools a bit.

"Okay, okay, okay, truth or dare!" Trixie yells after being pushed up by her friend. Bunce rolls her eyes dramatically, Snow stares at me harshly, I pull my hair out of my eyes in an annoyed gesture. Everyone else either groans or takes a large swig out of their cups. No one really enjoys truth or dare.

"I'll go first!" Trixie yells, practically spewing pixie dust and rainbows.

A few rounds go around, everyone is uncomfortable. No large confessions, not that that happens a lot. I'm considering leaving, I'm starving, I can hear all the heartbeats around me. I won't bite but I'd rather think about it less. Also, I'd like to keep bonding time with my peers to a minimum. Someone suddenly calls on Snow, and I look up. Maybe I will stay a while longer, I want to see this.

Simon

Baz is stupidly bored and stupidly good-looking. I can feel my magic, like fire, rising to my skin. And it's all his and his long silky hair's fault. Penny's warm soft hand prods mine, telling me to calm down. I know, I know, I know. I can tell she's annoyed at me, and definitely at Trixie. She always complains about her, to be honest, I've kinda stopped listening. I think the last straw for Penny was the Pixie dust clogging the shower after Trixie's girlfriend Keris's last visit. What do you have to do in a shower to do that? I once broke our shower... Went off in the bathroom, clean blew off the showerhead. Baz found me practically sobbing in a foot of water in the destroyed remains of our bathroom. I can still see the fire in his eyes, he looked like he was about to bite and kill me right there. Instead, he cleared the water with his wand and stomp back out of our room. I remember how soaked he got before though, his shirt was sticking to his chest and his hair to his cheeks. I and the bathroom were left dry though still destroyed. Okay, I'm dramatic. The bathroom was destroyed I was scarred. Penny had to fix it in the morning. Penny is pulling me out of my head.

"Simon it's your turn!"

"Huh? Wait! Right, uh, dare." I stumble over my words and feel my face heat up. Baz is looking less bored and more evilly amused. Adam Clark a kid I don't really know is daring me. He has a large spattering of freckles and messy chestnut hair. He looks at the ceiling thinking and then backs down to me. I pick at my nails.

"You have to play chicken with...Baz!" he looks triumphant in his torture. I start to vigorously protest, while Baz scowls in distaste. We agree (for once) that we don't want to do this. It's clear that this Adam is not going to back down. So I get to my feet and walk to the middle of the room. I'll just have to get this over with. Baz gets to his feet, the graceful bastard, and stalks over to me. He looks like he's going to kill me not almost kiss me. The whole game of chicken is that two people pretend to be the opposite of their sexuality (so for us two straight motherfuckers) and have to kiss unless one of them chickens out. It's a stupid game. Though I will admit I've played it before, I don't back down. Penny has given me a lecture about being stubborn and not embarrassing people. But I'm especially not backing down to Baz.

Baz is looking at me with his blue-grey eyes, he's close. We're doing this. I lean in closer, I can see he has no freckles, not even tiny ones. His eyelashes are long and dark, I hadn't noticed before. He blinks and they brush his defined cheekbones. His cheekbones are harsh, they complement his nose. We' barely six inches apart now. I wonder if he'll back down. Stubborn git. He won't back down, I just know it.

Suddenly our lips brush, and I quickly pull my hands up to his cheeks. I realize I want to put them there. His face is cold in my fingers. His lips are cold, everything about him is cold. I think I might like this...He pulls back suddenly and I shiver, something flashes across his eyes. I don't recognize it. Then he's jerking away from me and my ears register the cheering in the room. The door slams and I realize he's left. I don't think, I just chase after him.