I'm Not Ten Years Old, I'm Fourteen, You Dingus

Chapter Fourteen: Truth or Dare

It was the eve of Abi's birthday, and she wanted to play truth or dare. So we complied. All of us sat in a circle and a bottle rested in the middle. Abi, as the birthday girl, spins it first and it lands on Harry. "Harry, truth or dare?" She asks menacingly. "Dare." He scoffs, and crosses his arms. Obviously, he thinks she won't give him a good dare. A wide smile spreads across her face. "Oooh!" We cheered immaturely, giving the sign that the affects of this dare will be disastrous. "I dare you to dump a gallon of orange juice with milk and expired honey mixed together over your head." "Where the heck am I supposed to get that?" He asks.

"Right here." Rayna brings up, lifting a gallon of the revolting liquid up for her boyfriend to see. A grimace makes an appearance on Harry's face, "What's the matter, Styles? Scared?" Abi says in a way like Malfoy in the first Harry Potter movie. Unwillingly, he picks up the jug, steps onto the most of towels we have provided, and lifts it.

Chorus upon chorus of giggling rises from us, and the boys look at us like we're crazy. A very Dirty Harry sits back down, rejoining the circles. He spins the bottle. This goes on for a while, the girls making earth-shattering truths or dares, making the boys admit or do embarrassing or stupid stuff. Until Louis spins the bottle, and it lands in me. "Satan," He begins. "Truth or dare?" "Dare." I say daringly. I'm no wimp, but I never have done anything mega-regretful. "I dare you to kiss Rayna in the lips for twenty seconds." His attempt makes me want to laugh. Really? Kiss Rayna, that's all? "Piece of cake." I snap my fingers.

I lean into Rayna, and kiss her. I'm not bothered by it, nor is she, twenty seconds drag by, and at long last, Jessica says we can stop. "That suit you, Louis?" I retort to his sneer of a dare. Smugly, I cross my arms, and smile.