Truth or Dare- a Sophitz Story

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"FOSTER!!!!!!" I hear from above. I look up to see a friendly blond head grinning at me. Next to Keefe were Fitz and Biana. 

Glaring at Keefe, I wiped dirt off my blue tunic and asked Biana, "You were okay with this?"  She shrugged.

"He didn't mention what he was going to do, so yes and no," Biana said.

"But it doesn't matter, does it?" Keefe was still grinning.

Fitz reached down and offered me his hand. He smiled his amazing smile and I accepted his help, blushing. Keefe raised an eyebrow as our hands touched, but Biana didn't see anything wrong because she hopped up and down excitedly.

"Let's go, Sophie," She smiled and we went inside, after I thanked Fitz.

We entered Biana's room and she said, "Sorry, but we've never really hung out just the two of us. What should we do?" 

I was going to suggest that we could try one-on-one base quest, but then I saw Biana's imparter and a strange memory of my sister and I popped up. My sister and I were playing Truth or Dare, and Amy dared my to send a blind text to one of her friends. It didn't turn out well, but I loved playing Truth or Dare.

"We could play Truth or Dare," I piped up. "It's a human game." 

Biana frowned, then brightened. "OK," she exclaimed, "but only if the boys play to."

I was going to mention that three minutes ago she wanted to play a game with out the guys, but the Fitz walked in and I couldn't think straight.    

"We heard 'the boys' and wanted to know what you were talking about," he said as if it were a very casual subject. (Which, by the way, wasn't.)

"Ooooooooh, perfect timing" Biana squealed (and I rolled my eyes) "do you and Keefe want to play Truth or Dare?" 

"Sure," Keefe agreed, "if you tell us how to play."

"Oh," Biana's face fell.

I quickly explained how to play and the boys gave each other a look.

"That could be fun," Fitz murmured.

"A chance to embarrass Sophie? Who would pass that up?" Keefe cracked up.

Biana and I looked at each other seriously.

"Game on," I said. "Biana: get the snacks, Fitz: get the beanbags, Keefe..." my voice trailed off, "stay out of trouble."