𝔽𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘, 𝔽𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕟 (𝕂𝕒𝕞 𝕂𝕠𝕥𝕝𝕔)

«51 » i-umm... uh. hmmm.

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Tam
"Yeah, no, not happening," Wylie scoffed blatantly, crossing his arms over his chest and glaring at the glass with a resentful look in his eyes. "Just leave me out of this game."

Biana, not understandably, seemed rather offended by Wylie's refusal. She huffed, rolling her eyes at him. Tam thought that if Bi's hair wasn't wrapped up in a bun, she definitely would've flicked it dramatically in Wylie's direction. "It's just a game, Wylie. We don't have to do anything. You do know that, right?"

"Woah, Bi, chill. If Wylie doesn't want to play then he doesn't have to play," Fitz attempted to calm his sister, speaking slowly and with a certain tone that suggested that Biana was a raging toddler. "We can just spin again, and you can go with that person."

Biana pursed her lips, now seemingly refusing to even look in Wylie's direction. Tam knew Biana was a little petty—but not this petty. "Fine. Linh, please spin it again."

Without a word, probably afraid to provoke the rising tension in the room, Tam watched as Linh obediently whirled the glass again. Everyone's gaze and attention seemed to be fixated on the object; well, all except Tam's, as he was too busy thinking about Keefe's arm wrapped around his shoulder, and their thighs touching as they sat.

A/N: Wylie doesn't want to play because he's aroace in this fic, and he'd rather just chill out and watch the drama

The glass rotated slower and slower, until it leisured to a stop entirely. Everyone seemed to lean forward a little as the glass pointed to themselves, but steadily spun by, still a remainder of momentum left before it finally ceased. The glass, as it had now done just that, was pointing to Sophie.

"Where... do you guys want us to go? Like, we need a closet or something..." Sophie asked Tam tentatively as she looked up at him.

Tam shook himself back to reality, having zoned out in the moment. The dark haired boy sputtered awkwardly, thinking frantically for any sort of response as he looked at Linh. Tam mentally scolded himself for being consumed by the blonde boy next to him rather than what was actually occurring. "I—umm... uh. Hmmm. Well, there's... umm—"

"There's a spare room on this floor with a closet you can use," Linh fortunately finished Tam's word salad for him. His sister had directed the words towards Sophie and Biana, but she was staring at Tam the entire time and nodding, as if teasing him. Cruel.

"Cooooool. Let's go then, Soph," Biana responded brightly, springing up from the lounge chair and reaching a hand out for Sophie, who was sitting on the floor. "We'll be back in... seven minutes? Linh, help us find the room?"

"Yea! This way..." Linh hopped up, beginning to guide Sophie and Biana out of the lounge room.

"I—umm... fuck, just... don't do anything in there that will wake Tiergan up..." Tam suddenly blurted out. That was something he did before he realised what it sounded like he was insinuating. What the fuck?? Why did he just say that? He didn't think... Tam cursed under his breath, feeling his face heat up. "I mean—like, just... I didn't... don't—don't wake him up, alright?"

Sophie and Biana were both looking at him like he had just accused them of murder—however you might interpret that—and Tam internally cringed. He glared at Keefe, who was failing to stifle antagonising chuckles beside him. "Shut it, Funkyhair."

"Ummm... we aren't—ha, we won't... wake him up," Sophie assured Tam awkwardly, before eventually leaving with Biana and Linh out of the room. Before Linh walked out of the lounge room door, she shot Tam an amused look, smiling.

Tam slumped back into the lounge chair, shifting a little closer into Keefe as the blonde boy still had his arm wrapped around his shoulders. Ready to curl up in a hole, let himself starve to death, and shrivel up, Tam sighed. He could feel Keefe smirking wryly at him, but quite frankly, he wasn't in the mood.

After Linh had eventually returned after the little escapade a few minutes later, the glass of almighty and magnificent truth had chosen two new contestants. Much to Tam's relief, he wasn't one of them.

Dex's gaze flicked between the glass pointing directly at him, and Marella. Marella herself looked mildly disappointed and unimpressed by the results of the previous spins. She spoke up. "Okay. Whatever. Are we waiting for Soph and Bi to come back or no?"

"Hmmm..." Linh hummed, boredom clouding her expression. She yawned, resting her head gently onto Marella's shoulder in a sleepy state. "Might as well just go now. Im kinda tired..."

The door to the lounge room thrusted open suddenly, Biana and Sophie stalking in. At first, everything seemed normal, but something was off... they weren't even gone for seven minutes. Sophie had a concerned, maybe even guilty expression on her face while Biana had her hands on her hips, glaring in all plausible directions of the room.

"Woah, you two are back early..." Wylie commented, clearly enjoying the sudden pace of drama entertainment he was receiving.

"Things got a little bit... uncomfortable..." Sophie murmured with a nervous smile as she sat back down, meanwhile Biana refused to speak and moved to sit next to her brother. "Let's just pick the next two people, okay?"

Dex begun to stand up. "Mare—"

"No. We're spinning again," Marella stated firmly, leaning down and giving the glass a twist with her hand. "Sophie and Biana weren't even here to see it, so it doesn't count."

No one argued with the blonde girl. Ever since Sophie and Biana had returned, the room's tension had seemed to escalate to a whole new level of unease. Tam took a glimpse at Keefe, who was being strangely quiet throughout all of these events. Too quiet. He didn't have time to ponder about it, though, as when Tam looked back down at the floor—the glass was positioned towards him.