Sunday

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Stella went to sleep at like 10 in the evening after they had barbecue for dinner. In Jack's 100 cans and bottles of beer, only 35% were consumed.

There were Bud Light, Coors Light, Miller Lite, Michelob Ultra, and the Brewmeister Snake Venom — the strongest one of them all.

Zack brought his acoustic guitar and started playing Why Don't You Love Me by Hot Chelle Rae. Alex sang along as they formed a circle around the fire they made.

"See, I'm just too scared to tell you the truth cause my heartache can't take, anymore.
Broken and bruised longing for you.
And I don't know what I'm waiting for." Zack and Alex sang. It was a beautiful sound.

Sunday got the marshmallows out from the plastic bag and stuck them on the stick. She then cooked them on the fire.

Jack and Rian handed out the beers to everyone and each took one. They planned to give the strongest one to Sunday, those fools.

And Sunday also being a fool, didn't mind.

"I say, let's play a game." Rian suggested as the song ended.

Zack sat up and faced his friend. "What game?"

"Don't tell me it's truth or dare." Sunday gave Rian a blank expression. Rian smiled sheepishly and nodded his head.

"That's right. A game of truth or dare."

Zack sneered. "What are we? Five?"

"Why? Are you keeping something?" Jack suggested which earned a bad finger from Zack.

Alex sighed andspokek up. "Shut it, you two. Whatever. Let's play it. So, who's going to ask first? And who's next?"

Rian then laughed so loud. "In what century do you live in? Of course, we'll spin the bottle. Goodness."

Alex rolled his eyes. "I'm sorry, Mr. Perfect. Start it."

The first spin came to Alex, then to Zack, then to Zack again, then to Rian, then to Sunday, then to Jack.

By the time Jack spun the bottle, Sunday was now tipsy. They all know she gets drunk, easily. So, after two bottles of that strong beer, she's gone.

"Oh." Jack chortled. "Sunday. It's you."

Sunday giggled and took another swig. "I choose dare."

With a devilish beam, Jack demanded her. "I dare you to kiss Zack."

Everyone then became quiet. Alex's eyes widened and looked at Jack as if he was stupid. But then, Sunday stood up slowly and laughed. "Okay."

"Sunday?!" Alex screamed in surprise. He didn't like this. It will just make everything complicated and messier. He's tired to be always the father of the group.

"No. You can't make her! She's drunk, Jack!" Zack protested.

"That'll make it easier." Jack laughed. "It's a dare, Zack. She can choose not to do it or do it. She chose the latter."

"You're pure evil, Barakat!" Zack said as he stood up and walked away.

"Oh, come on, Zack. It's just a kiss." Jack stated.

Zack flipped him off. "For you it is. For me it's harassment. She's not in her right state of mind."

Rian then spoke up. "Right. I think it is, too. I'm sorry, Jack. I'm sorry as well, Zack."

"Sorry. I think I'm just out of my mind." Jack sighed.

Sunday, who was making her way to Zack, stumbled. Alex immediately caught her. "Sunday, you're drunk. You don't have to walk and do this."

Sunday just smiled. "But it was my dare."

"And you don't have to do it, Sunday. You can choose not to." Alex then fixed Sunday's shirt.

Sunday pouted and cried. "But I wanted to kiss Zack. I wanted to hold him and tell him I love him."

"What?" The group shouted in bewilderment as Sunday continued to cry. As Alex came into his senses, he made Sunday sit down and hugged her.

"It's okay, Sunday. You don't have to cry. You'll wake Stella up, and we don't want that, do we?" Alex shushed his friend. Sunday nodded and yawned.

She rubbed her eyes and leaned on Alex. "I love you, Alex. You're my greatest friend."

"I know. I know. I love you, too." Alex grinned. "I think it's time for you to sleep."

"Okay."