A/n: Welcome to the Truth or Dare series of this imagine book. If you really like it, I'll make a book for it. If not, it'll remain here. So, let me know in the comments what you think. Peace and Love, RS
"Hey, Ritchie, take off your favorite ring for ten minutes," John requested.
"Hey, are we playing Truth or Dare?"
"We can if you want to."
"I'm in," Paul replied.
"Me to. Well, as long as nobody steals my jelly babies or sandwiches."
"And me! I love Truth or Dare," I cheered.
"Aw! Riley wants to play. So cute!"
"Have you ever learned to shut up, Johnny?" Ringo asked.
"No."
"That's what I thought," Paul groaned.
"Ladies first," George announced.
"Then we'll have Ringo, John, me, and Geo. Oldest to youngest," Paul decided.
"Okay! Hmm, Paulie, T or D?"
"Dare."
"I dare you to sing I Want to Hold Your Hand to, um, my purse!" I decided, handing him the sparkly bag.
"What the hell?"
"You heard the lady," Ringo grinned.
"Can I skip?"
"No! Sing to Lilly!"
"Who's Lilly?"
"The purse."
"Fine," he groaned, rolling his eyes.
"Thanks, she's a huge fan of you."
"Oh yeah I'll tell you something, I think you'll understand. When I feel that something, I wanna hold your hand. I wanna hold your hand! I wanna hold your hand. Oh, please say to me, you'll let me be your man. And please say to me, you'll let me hold your hand."
"Beautiful! Wonderful! What a show! What a show!" I cheered.
"Riley, T or D?" he asked, with a shit eating grin.
"Dare!"
"I dare you to sing Don't Pass Me By to your favorite player in this room!"
"Make me!"
"It's either that or spin the bottle. Make your choice."
"Please just sing, Riley, spinning the bottle is too big of a risk."
"Okay, I listen for your footsteps coming up the drive. I listen for your footsteps, but they don't arrive. Waiting for your knock dear on my old front door, but I don't hear it. Does it mean that you don't love me anymore? Don't pass me by, don't make me cry, don't paint me blue. Cause you know darling, I love only you."
"Aw, Babe, that was lovely!"
"Thanks, Ritchie. Truth or Dare?"
"Truth."
"Do you love me?"
"Yes. With all my heart."
"Wow, thank you."
"John, truth or dare?" he asked.
"Um, dare?"
"Run around the whole house in just your underwear screaming bang bang shoot shoot."
"But Riley's here," he moaned.
"I don't give a crap," I replied.
"Okay, but I'm getting undressed in the bathroom. If all you bastards don't mind."
When he came out, I thought my eyes would pop out of my head. His hair was all mussed up, his voice sounded like Paul when he was frightened, and he looked just like a madman.
"Um, John, that's pretty good," Paul chirped.
"Bang bang shoot shoot!"
He went on for about twenty minutes, then stopped.
"Can I put my clothes back on now, Ritchie? This is kind of embarrassing."
"No, sit down. It's your turn to ask a question."
"Okay, I can ask a question? When can I put my clothes on?"
"I'll let you know."
"Ugh! Um, Riley, Truth or Dare?"
"Dare."
"I dare you to tickle Ringo, until he can't handle it anymore."
"Okay!"
So, I tickled his feet, inner thighs, belly, neck, and sides. By the time I was done this is what he looked like:
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