So, ya boi arson (Hellspawn) is back with another chapter! Please be warned that it may contain kissing. BLEH. I know, so if you feel uncomfortable! Skip it!
We'll be starting off with Roy's pov..
So, FIRST. I have to kiss someone! And SECOND, I have to kiss my best friend? Life sure does hate me. AND IT SURE IS HELLA PROVIN' IT RIGHT NOW. What choice do I even have?! How can I even get myself out of here!? Can I even? Probably not, what am I saying? DEFINITELY NOT.. Well, I have to at least TRY to get out of this somehow. "Guys.. It's late and this stupid game is getting real boring soooooo, how about you finish it without me?" I rubbed the back of my head, in attempt to at least slightly steer them away from the truth.. but it didn't really work. They were definitely not buying any of it.. crap.
"ChIcKeN" Robert squeaked in a girly voice. "Robert, if he's tired, don't force him to do it." Ross, AGAIN, seemed to be the only logical person there. AND the only one who respected what I wanted to do. I silently thanked him in my mind. But a sick feeling was stirring up in me. I had two choices. I could either wait it out or do it, and do it quick. But I could tell that 'waiting it out' wouldn't work, they wouldn't stop bothering me 'till the end of the world, and god, I wish the end of the world was now. I wish Robert never invented this weird game in the first place too...
"Soooo?" Robert tried to get my attention by patting my shoulder. I suddenly broke out of thought. "Dude, chill. D'ya think I'd MAKE you do something you'd really not want to do? Bro, if you really don't wanna do it, I can let it slide, ONCE. Ok?" He smiled at me. However, for SOME reason, that didn't feel reassuring at all. But why not? I had a chance to go home, pretend that none of this happened, right? But it just hurt worse, it felt even MORE 'chicken' than it was moments ago. And why did I feel like I wanted to give it a try? It was just to prove I wasn't a coward... right? Kissing a guy, Ross, wouldn't be all that bad.. I think? Wait. I'm not telling myself I wouldn't mind, right?! WHAT THE FRICK IS THIS GAME DOING TO ME. UGH. (TankMEn Intensifies)
Ross's Pov
I don't know what, but the look on Roy's face was telling me something was wrong. But what do I do about it. What's the point of telling him he can go home if he wants if Robert's already told him that. "Heyyy." I waved my hand in front of Roy's face, snapping him right back into reality. "Uh. What?" Roy jumped before looking at me. He held his 'blank' expression firmly. "You 'ok'? You don't look so good. If something's up you can just tell me." I smiled at him. "WOW. Thanks, Ross. You look great too." He smirked, sarcastically.
For some reason though, part of me found it stupidly cute. Wait- what? Good job, Ross. Hella gay. "No, no. You know what I mean." I couldn't help feel concerned. Or look like a serious adult. "Yeah, I know. I'm good." He tried to give me a reassuring (?) smile but it looked more like he was apologising to the person he hated whilst trying to look like he meant it. "So, like, are we gonna continue the game, or d'you think you wanna go home?" I said, while looking back at everyone else, they were all obviously bored. "UH. Yeah?" He replied, suspiciously quickly, at the question. Why? I don't know. Even though I know that the wheel landed on me (great observation skills, Sherlock.), I was really curious at what would happen.
No-one's pov
Roy had done it now. He had to kiss him. He literally just said it! Although having terrible doubt and an unrelenting and merciless pain in his stomach, he picked up the guts to do it (About time). He edged closer to the raven-haired male next to him (Ross, for you morons who forgot his hair-colour). Ross was caught of guard and looked up at him in confusion. Knowing what he'll do will be regretted later, Roy was still going to do it. And it happened. Leaving everyone speachless. Roy gently cupped Ross's face with his hand and kissed him. Everyone just stared, as the 15-second (I COUNT!!!) kiss ended and Roy immediately pulled back, red plastering his face.
OH SACRED SPEARS HOLY LANCE EXPLOSION BOY CRAP.
SOOOOOO. Yeah.
