Problematic // Vikklan Au

Chapter 7

-Edited-

Lachlan's POV

As we arrived to my house, we all climbed out and the others began gawking up at my home. I shook my head fondly and stepped up to the door to unlock it. As it was swung open, Preston was quick to nearly knock me down as he dashed inside, and soon everyone else followed him as they screamed like children.

I laughed loudly the moment Mitch tripped and took everyone down with him, and I couldn't help but start to cry hysterically as they stood up with bright red faces. "Don't run then, you idiots," I teased with a playful smirk as I walked past them, and I heard their snickers and whispers of getting me back.

We settled in the living room quickly, and I looked among them before Mitch leaned back too far and fell off of the chair he was in and down to the ground, "I'm so done," he groaned, having already embarrassed himself twice now, and I didn't blame him for giving up on earth physics. A stupid thing really.

As the brunet clambered back in the chair and made sure he wouldn't fall out of it again, he looked at all of us with raised eyebrows, "How about we play an innocent game of spin the bottle?"

Of course I was reluctant, but I shrugged because there was really no harm in it, even though we were all friends and guys. It's not like anyone had to know.

Mitch and I had moved to make a puny circle in the middle of the den, and soon Rob and Preston joined us along with a too overly excited Jerome.

"I don't know," Vikk gushed as he rubbed his neck nervously. I smiled, "Come on, Vikky."

He groaned aloud before sitting down with a huff and playful glare.

I excused myself to go find a bottle, and I was surprised one was on the counter where I had forgotten to throw my empty Sprite away. (A/N: Sprite is so disgusting. I don't like it ;-;)

Upon returning, I placed the bottle in the center of our circle and sat back down with a calm smile.

"Whose first?" I looked around to everyone, and Mitch was the ballsy one to reach forward with a nervous giggle and spin it. We watched it go round, and I swear every time it did, Mitch leaned further towards it in anticipation.

It began to slow, and then it stopped on Rob, who was blushing and leaned closer so that Mitch could give him a quick peck.

Rob twirled the bottle with the hint of a blush still on his cheeks, and we watched as it just kept spinning as if it would never end. "Rob!" Preston groaned out, and we all shared a laugh.

When the bottle did stop, it was on Vikk, and he backed up quickly with surprised eyes.

"No!" He hissed out, flailing his arms about and wailing how this game was stupid and pointless and just plain childish, but we all just rolled our eyes.

I looked around at the boys, and I instantly had the idea of something that could be much better, "How about we do truth or dare?"

Everyone, mainly Vikk, agreed.

Jerome snapped his eyes to Vikk, and I watched the boy smirk at the black-haired beauty as if he knew something we didn't, and it made me curious, but I paid it no mind as I simply shrugged it off.

Third Person's POV

"I'll go first," Preston mumbled as he straightened out his back, "Rob, truth or dare?" Rob hummed lowly as he prodded at the stubble on his chin. "Dare. I'm no wimp," he smirked, but it was wiped clear off his face as Preston smirked evilly back, "Okay, sit in your boxers then, big boy."