The Bet

10) Dare

"Dare."

"I dare you to. . ." I looked around the room, beaming like a fool about our game, trying to find some inspiration for a dare.

My gaze landed on the pizza boxes and open tub of icing on the counter that Miss Camila started eating with a spoon about three glasses in.

I grinned and turned to her. "Close your eyes and eat whatever I give you."

"Oh god, I'm scared." She shook her head.

I giggled excitedly as I hopped off the counter. "Don't be. Now, close your eyes!"

She closed them after sending me one last suspicious glare.

I quickly grabbed a slice of pizza and blob of icing with my finger.

"No peaking!" I called behind me.

She slapped her hands over her eyes dramatically, and I chuckled before going back to work.

Suddenly, a spark of guilt went straight to my gut as I considered if this was too mean. I know some people have a thing with textures in food, and this is about to be a really weird one.

"You're not going to poison me are you?" Miss Camila teased as the time drew longer.

I turned around to find a wide, genuine grin on her face. It eased my worries a bit.

I settled for only keeping a small dollop of frosting on my finger and wiping the rest off on the rim of the tub.

My mischievous grin was back by the time I turned to skip back to her.

"Open, please," I readied the pizza smeared with icing.

She opened her mouth with a dramatic groan.

I shook my head at her antics and placed the pizza closer to her mouth. "Okay, bite."

She did, and I readied for her reaction.

Especially bracing for a negative one as the doubt creeped back in.

"That actually wasn't that bad," she said, dropping her hands by her sides with a pleasantly surprised look.

I scrunched my nose at her. "Ew, what?"

"It wasn't that bad," she confirmed with a shrug.

I gave her a look of disgust.

"Don't taste shame me!"

I licked the small amount of remaining icing off the pizza and nearly gagged. "I am definitely taste shaming you. That is disgusting. I think your tongue is broken."

She let out a deep, hearty laugh.

It was the kind of contagious sound that you can't help but laugh along with.

After she calmed down, she clapped her perfect hands loudly. "Okay! Your turn. Truth or dare?"

"Truth."

"No!" she complained. "You've answered truth the past four rounds!"

"What? It's allowed," I justified confidently.

  "Not anymore. I dare you to. . . Do a head stand!" She disputed, even more confidently, therefor, I was obligated to oblige.

  With a sigh and shake of the head, I squatted down to attempt a headstand, not bothering to argue with the queen, who has probably never heard the word no before.

"Oh wait," she shooed me off the ground. "Don't do it in here. Do it in the living room so you have more space in case you fall."

I flipped my hair out of my face as I picked my head up off the ground. "Oh, good idea. I didn't even think of that."