Truth or Dare?

"Wanna play T or D?"

I pulled up into my driveway hoping that my parents would be back. They had left earlier in the morning to bring my little brother to a boarding school in Florida. It was very unnecessary if you asked me but apparently my opinion doesn't matter. Why I wanted them to be back? Well my house is very boring without them around because they always find random ways to help us past time. I stepped out of my car and walked to the door. It was locked so I reached into my bag for my keys. My older sister wasn't home from the night before when she got in an argument with our parents. They were arguing about whether it is reasonable to start college when she's 23. Yeah it sounds strange but according to Wendy, my sister, it's very reasonable as you can't be going to school for over 10 years straight. 

I went inside and locked the door. I threw my bag on the dining table and turned on the TV. I scrolled through Netflix looking for something to watch. Just then I heard the doorbell. 

The only persons who would be ringing the doorbell at 3pm in the afternoon would be Wendy because she constantly 'forgets' that she has a key to the house or one of my Dad's clients. They always show up at our door randomly whenever they feel like they need someone to vent to. I mean, yea, I know that my Dad's a therapists but one, he doesn't work at home and two, MAKE A FRICKIN APPOINTMENT. 

I went to the door and opened it. There stood the neighbor's son. He is one of Dad's clients and I think his name is Rahim. He knows that Dad doesn't work at home but he ignores that fact and he always shows up at our door when he has an appointment so my Dad decided to stop reminding him cause obviously he didn't care.

"He's not here." I said then was about to close the door but he pushed it back. I looked up at him and he was smirking like crazy.  He walked into my house and looked around the room.

 "Nice house." 

"You are here every other day so no need to act like its your first time. Now get out."

"I've never been in your house, Babe." He looked at the TV. "I'd choose 'Nevertheless.'"

"What do you mean by 'I've never been in your house'? You're always here for therapy, Rahim."

"Not me, babe. I'm not Rahim. I'm his twin brother, Malik."

OH, so I mixed them up. Wait, no I didn't because I only knew one of them.

"God! There's two of you?!"

"No. One of him and one of me." His face stiffened.

"Why are you here?"

"Well it's quite boring up in my crib and I thought it would be cool if I met 'The cute neighbor'. I'm guessing that she's not here?" He looked around the room dramatically. I could hear the offense.

I rolled my eyes.

"No she's not. Now please leave before I call 991."

He sat down on the sofa and crossed his legs clearly indicating that he wasn't going anywhere.

"So what are we going to do?"

"I'm going to watch 'Nevertheless'. You are going to leave."

"Glad to see that you've taken my advice. Many girls wouldn't." He said, smirking away. If looks could kill, I'd be dead.

"Yea yea. Please get out."

He leaned back and took up the remote, another gesture to make it clear than he wasn't planning on leaving and that he wasn't gonna change his plans.

I gave up and went to sit next to him. He turned off the TV. Which was surprising.

"Why'd you turn it off?"

"I have my reasons. Wanna play T or D?"

"Truth or Dare?"

Pic above is Malik