Stranded

Chapter Eight

We decided to go to sleep after because all of us were exhausted, now we were all awake and contemplating what we should do.

            “Hmm, I don’t know.” I answer

            “We should play beer pong.” Dustin suggests and I roll my eyes.

            “No.” I state firmly.

            “Why not?” He whines.

            “Because I said so and besides we don’t have any beer and you need beer to play beer pong.” I answer.

            “Touché.” He replies.

            “We could play spin the bottle.” Kyle suggests. I was going to protest but Mitchel beats me to it.

            “Nope we are not playing spin the bottle. There are only five of us and you four are basically all in relationships.” He disagrees, gesturing to Sydney and Kyle then to Dustin and I. I blush.

            “That’s not true.” I oppose, my cheeks still flaming.

            “Is it? Is it really?” Mitchel asks, raising an eyebrow at me. I don’t respond. “I was right, point Mitchel.”

            “So, what are we going to do?” Kyle asks.

            “We could play truth or dare.” Sidney suggests. Everyone shrugs in response.

            “Who’s going first?” Kyle asks.

            “Sidney can because it was her idea.” Mitchel states.

            We then proceed to play the childish game. No one was very creative with their dares, so they all ended up being pretty stupid.

            The game got boring pretty fast and we were in the same predicament as we were in an hour before.

            “What do we do now?” Sydney asks.

            “I don’t know you think of something.” I respond.

            “Hey, I thought of truth or dare, it’s your turn now.” She replies in a friendly tone. We were finally being civil to each other.

            “Which failed miserably,” Referencing to the horrible truth or dare game. Sydney shrugs and does a what-you-gonna-do gesture.

            “It is your house Naomi; you probably know it better than us.” Dustin says

            “Probably?” I inquire raising an eyebrow.

            “You never know you could have had crazy creeper slash murderer living in your house for years now, that when you gone would sneak around your house and go through all your stuff.” Dustin tells me in all seriousness.

            “That just happens to be one of you four?” I ask.

            “Anything is possible.” He says in a creepy low voice.

            “Well, I guess, when everything goes back to normal, I should check my basement to make sure you’re not creeping around down there.” I reply.

            “I never said it was me.” He defends.

            “Anything is possible.” I mock his creepy voice from before.