Daniel Seavey
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idea credited to @unfortunately_me
"So this is how the game works. Yesterday, I tweeted out to my fans and followers - side note, you guys blow me away with your support and love - asking everyone to send in a bunch of dares for my best friend, (y/n), and I to go through in this video. I had my mom print off the tweets and put them in this here hat-" I laugh at her weird choice of words as she holds the SnapBack filled with little pieces of folded white paper in the air- "and now we're going to go through some of them and probably die."
I smile and nod in agreement.
"Alright, (y/n/n), you're my guest, so I'm going to be polite and let you go first!" (y/b/f/n) says.
I shoot her a glare. She sends a fake smile right back.
(y/b/f/n) is a YouTuber. When she presented the idea of the video we are currently recording to me, I was hesitant to agree, but did eventually.
All dares.
Definitely not my best decision.
"I'm really nervous," I laugh, staring into the lens of the camera. My best friend laughs too.
I pull a piece of paper from the hat and unfold it.
"Your dare is to prank your boyfriend by saying you're breaking up with him because your friend saw him hugging and kissing another girl in public. Side note: you can't do it over the phone. Tell him later in a separate setting, record it, and add it to the video being put up YouTube."
I look up wide-eyed at (y/b/f/n), who is staring at me with an equal amount of shock.
My mind races, but I can only think that whoever wrote this was fully aware that both (y/b/f/n) and I have boyfriends.
I really don't want to do this.
Not to Daniel.
***
"Baby, I'm home!"
Daniel's voice carries through the house to where I'm standing in the bedroom, shaking with pure anticipation and fear.
I don't want to put him through this.
I glance nervously at the small camera hidden under the pile of folded clothes that I strategically placed on top of the dresser.
"(y/n)," Daniel sings. I hear his footsteps coming down the hall.
Time to act.
The door swings open wide and my adorable, perfect, sweet, kind boyfriend walks in, smiling.
His face falls when he sees me standing on the other side of the bed between us with arms crossed, tears in my eyes, and a set expression.
"Sweetheart... what...."
He inches around the bed, but I put up a hand so fast, he stops in his tracks.
"Don't call me sweetheart," I spit out.
Daniel's mouth drops open.
