So you think you're bold huh?

Wait

A/N: I need to go find pictures for all of the chapters that don't have them but I'm way too lazy to:D

*I ended up doing it anyway*

George's POV:

"Wait really?" Karl asked Nick after his response to Max's question. He nodded awkwardly with a flustered smile that looked completely forced. "With who!?!" Quackity asked right away. Nick went dead silent, that thick atmosphere I first walked in on returned right away, almost as if it never really left in the first place. "Hey, leave him alone about it alright!" Dream told them in a protective way. His voice was stern and direct, which almost made me uneasy. At least he hasn't shouted at me, I think if he ever did I'd never be able to live with myself. He's just such a cheery guy that the thought of making him angry gives me goosebumps and not the good kind. "Jeez okay, we were just wondering," Karl muttered. Which made me kind of sad for him. I shrugged it off, things like this don't ever affect me, as long as it isn't me.

"Alright then...Dream, truth or dare?" Nick asked with a sinister look on his face. I nervously looked over at Dream, who looked sure of himself enough to make a dumb decision. "Dare." He said boldly. I knew he would pick that. "Kiss George," Nick said immediately. He knew what Dream was going to do too. And he knew exactly what his dare would be. Well fuck. It's okay, it's not like Dream is going to do it anyway. I hoped he wouldn't at least...Okay, so that might be a lie. I do kind of want him to. That's insane though. It would just be an experimental thing anyways.

"What the hell is wrong with you?!?" Dream asked Nick, who looked completely satisfied. "You're not going to do it! Because you're a pussy," Nick told him. The rest of the room was dead silent, mostly because we knew better than to interrupt a fight between them at this point. "Just watch me!" Dream shouted back and turned to me. Now I regret sitting right next to him because I felt like vomiting. He smirked and grabbed my face- I mean how can you expect me to decline him when he looks like...that.

I closed my eyes and leaned in, waiting nervously for our lips to touch. Jesus christ why does my skin burn so much?

After what felt like an eternity of nervous waiting, I finally felt his lips touch mine. They were soft and hot and tasted like the cheap vanilla chapstick you get at the discount store. It was gentle at first until he bit my lip and put his tongue in my mouth. He tilted his mouth, pulling me into such a passionate kiss that I almost forgot to kiss back.

This is kinda hot.

Wait. What the fuck?!?

A/N: Ahh, so this is super short and I'm sorry but I wanted to cliffhanger here so I promise I'll do a longer one next time:D