Fix Me

Truth or Dare

Sarah's POV

" . . . After all, my mom isnt here to kill the buzz," Ryan chuckles. I laugh at her joke, but inside I'm dying from the hurt of thinking of Brendon. Josh notices and squeezes my hand in reassurance. "Tanner, the rules?" I smile at him.

"Alright! So the rules are simple, what happens in this apartment, stays in this apartment. If it leaves, you're dead. And no dangerous dares, we don't want to call an ambulance, even if it is free here." Tanner grins at me and I take over.

"Ryan, you can start." I say, knowing that she'll choose to ask Josh first.

Of course I'm right, "OK. Josh, truth or dare?" He looks at me and then taps his chin, contemplating which is worse.

"Tr-dare?" He half asks, giving me a questioning look. I shake my head violently and he quickly changes his mind. "Truth. I pick truth."

"Damn." Ryan groans. "You're no fun, Sarah. OK, let's see . . . how many girlfriends have you had?" Ryan needs to work up her truth game, because that's such a lame question.

Josh counts a second on his hands and then smirks at Ryan. "I had a few in high school and then there was Amanda. I'd say seven?"

"Really? Only?" Tanner looks surprised. "How many boyfriends?" I glare at him and shake my head. The boy has a bad habit of asking bad questions.

"A couple. I got curious in grade 11," Josh laughs. That was not what I expected him on say. Huh, I guess he's pretty open about his life . . . And sexuality. "Now Tanner, truth or dare?"

Without missing a heartbeat Tanner replies, "Dare!" The look on Josh's face is unreal. I've never seen him look so evil. Holy shit, what's he going to do?

Josh leans over and whispers something into my ear. I go a little pale, but nod, knowing that it's all in good fun. "Kiss me." Josh snickers. Tanner's eyes go wide and he takes a deep breath, leaning in across the table. "Don't be shy, I don't bite." This starts Tanner crashing into Josh, who isn't prepared for the impact. He jolts back a little, but the two's lips are together.

Josh pulls away after a short period of time, and Tanner looks stunned. "I-I-I . . . thanks." He shakes his head and the dazed look in his eyes disappears.

"You know, this game is much more fun when you're drunk." Josh muses. Obviously we don't have any alcohol, seeing as we're underage.

"You're right. Too bad we're 'minors'. . ." Ryan sighs, Sing The Word Like It's A Bitter Taste In Her mouth. Tanner raises an eyebrow and looks at me then leans over to Ryan and whispers to her. Ryan laughs and nods. "Only if they want to." She whispers, not too quietly.

"Only if we want to what?" Josh asks, with suspicion in his voice. I was thinking the exact same thing. What the hell could they be planning?

"Forget about it. We were just going to ask if you would go to the liquor store, but nah." Tanner waves it off. Fair enough, it was Josh's idea, anyway. "Let's continue. Sarah, truth or dare?" See the thing with Tanner is that his dares are really cheap, but when we play with others, his truths are really personal, and I don't want that. Josh doesn't need to know that much about me.

"Dare." I say, with so much confidence that what is said next doesn't even phase me until it sinks in.

"Fuck Josh." Tanner and Ryan blurt out together. I nod, and then I realize what I'm about to agree to and I freeze. I glance a Josh and his face mimics my emotions.

"Like . . ?" Josh asks, shoving his index finger into a hole he made with his forefinger and thumb. Ryan nods evilly.

"Oh fuck it! Let's do it." I turn to Josh and wink subtly. He understands what I'm doing, at least partially.

"We'll bring back proof in the morning. Good night." He picks me up, bridal style and carries me out of the apartment. When we get down the hall, he puts me down and we walk up the stairwell.

"I hope you know we're not actually going to have sex." I state, making sure he really did understand.

"Oh I know." He smirks, twisting a piece of my hair between his fingers.

"Then where is the 'proof' gonna come from?" I arch an eyebrow at him. He just smiles and unlocks the door to his apartment.

"You know there's this thing called egg whites. They work really well--" I look at him, not even wanting to know how he figured that one out, and cover his mouth with my hand before he can say any more.

I sit on the couch and reach for the TV remote. "Oh no, you didn't think we'd be sitting looking at a screen all night, did you?" He asks, taking the remote and shoving it down his pants.

"You're so immature. I'm not going down your pants to get a fucking TV remote." He smirks at me and I stand up, trying to look intimidating.

"No, but you would for your phone . . ." he says, pulling my phone out of my back pocket swiftly. I try to stop him, but it's not use. He puts that down his pants along with the remote. Well this went from fun to uncomfortable real fast.