16 Dares

Granny-pannies stole $50

Pulling my backpack higher up on my shoulder, I exit school, making my way to my car. Millions of thoughts are racing through my head, most of them along the lines of Why did Blake ask me on a date? Does he like me? Is it some kind of prank? Pulling my keys out of my bag, I unlock my car and slide into the front seat. In the middle of the steering-wheel, I found a very familiar sticky-note, clinging to the  steering-wheel. How did it get in here? Did my friends break into my car? 

Plucking the note off the wheel, I read it aloud to myself. 'go to a public bathroom and slip a funny note under stall' Aww how nice. A note that doesn't put my life in danger. I pull out of the paking lot, and head towards starbucks. If I'm going to play a prank I'm going to need some drinks right? 

Entering Starbucks, I head to the bathroom. Locking myself in a stall, I pull a peice of paper and a small, chewed up pencil out of my pocket. Leaning against the stall wall, I begin to messily write the words 'Qiuck they're coming for us! Run!' Suppressing a laugh, I slip the note into the occupied stall next to mine. I hear a gasp, and the sound of a door being flung open. I quickly exit my stall, to see whats happening. And boy, I don't know whether I should be glad or not. I found a short woman about five times my size, a bush of curly red hair, and a long slender nose, panicking. Let's not forget she was too rushed to pull her pants up, leaving her white granny pannies on display. She turns to me with wide eyes. "You too? How did they find out? It was just $50, I swear!" She cries, pulling at her hair in distress. $50? What was going on? Well, I might as well just play along, whatever this is about.

"$50? I got $100!" I reply, faking panic. Her eyes widen even more. "Oh your really going to be in trouble" she declares. "Not to mention the fact that your what? 14? And stealing from a bank? Your future could be over!" WHAT? Stealing from a bank? That's new. "I know! Please don't tell" I cry, dramatically. Sympathy crosses her face. She seems to be buying it. "Don't worry, I'm not a snitch. Now quickly, we need to get out of here!" She rushes out. Now I'm trying so hard not to laugh. Assuming I'm following behind, she runs out of the bathroom, forgetting to pull up her pants. For the short period of ime the door was open, I see some amused faces, disguisted faces, and many shocked faces of customers. The woman runs through the restraunt, still not noticing the looks she was getting. Finally the bathroom door swung shut, allowing me to burst out laughing. That woman is crazy. Mental hospital crazy. Still laughing to myself, I leave the bathroom, order an iced coffee, and head over to Sam's, having the feeling that was her dare.

*****

"She...haha...actually...hahahah....ran out in her underwear?" Sam cried, laughing harder than I've ever seen her laugh. "Not just underwear... granny pannies" I add on. This starts another round of endless laughter from Sam. After composing herself, she climbed back onto her bed (She fell off when she started laughing) and said "You know Skyler I'm actually kind of suprised you haven't skipped any dares.'' Raising an eyebrow I stare at Sam questioningly. "Suprised?" "Ya I mean like go skydiving you know...or a tattoo" Sam says shrugged, muttering the last part. "Wouldn't you accept the dares too?" I ask. "Uh well I..." Sam trails off biting biting her lip. "Wait a second! Sam your afraid of getting a tattoo?" I question, shocked. The Sam I know has no fears, not that that's possible. 

"Yes" Sam says quietly, running her fingers through her thick, red hair. "Oh my gosh! Sam! Do you want one?" I push on. "duh" Sam says, as if it's the most obvious thing in the world. "You know what, lets go get you one" I say, standing up. "Heck no" Sam cries, shaking her head. "Heck yes" I say, before pulling Sam to her feet, and dragging her outside to my car.

*****

" You know I don't think I really want a tattoo" Sam says eyeing the needle, at the tattoo shop. "aww come on Sam, it's not that bad" I declare. Sam shakes her head. "I want a bellybutton piercing. Bellybutton piercing? Well I'm not going to be the one to stop her. But then again nobody else will either. Sam's parents died in a car accident, and left sam to her crazy, care-free, partying aunt. "What can I help you ladies with?" a tall, muscular boy, withan australian accent, around 18 asks us. His black hair flopped to the side, and his green eyes stood out against his tan skin, and I caught a sign of a tattoo on his biceps but his shirt shifted and I couldn't tell what it was. I caught a glimpse of Sam, and knew that she too, thinks he's extremely good looking. Trying to play it cool, Sam shrugs. "I think I want a bellybutton piercing" She decides. "Alright, follow me" The boy says, turning and walking down the hall, passing many doors. Stopping at one of the doors, he gestures for us to enter first. Sam made herself comfy in the big chair, and I stood leaning against the wall. The boy came in, and shut the door behind us. "Alright ladies. My name's Zach, and I will be piercing your bellybutton today" He says the last part to Sam. "Okay what color ring do you want?" He asks. "Blue. Midnight blue" Sam says, trying not to smile. "Pretty color for a pretty girl" Zach says. For the first time, I saw Sam blush! For the rest of the time, Zach and Sam flirted up a storm. In fact, Sam didn't even notice when the needle went through her skin!

Meanwhile, I texted Josh and asked him if he wanted to hangout at the skate park. He told me he'd meet me there in five minutes. Zach was telling a story about how he nearly died on a zip-line, when I interrupted. "Ya ya that's great, sounds lie so much fun! Can you please hurry this along, I'm meeting Josh at the skate park in five minutes!" I say, knowing Zach is purposely taking a long time, so he can talk to Sam. "Rude much?" I hear Sam mutter under her breath. "No worries, you go ahead and I can take Sam home" Zach offers. Well she's his problem now. "Great!" I say rushing out the door, before he could regret the offer. 

*****

"Ah look here comes Skyler, late as usual" Josh teases. I narrow my eyes at him. "Excuse me I had to waste my time at some tattoo shop, waiting around for Sam to get her bellybutton pierced!" I cry in frustration. "Okay then... no need to get your panties in a twist" Josh says, raising his hands in surrender. "Don't say that word!" I snap. "What word? Panties?" he questions. "Yes!" I say, squirming. I've never liked that word. It makes me uncomfortable. 

Walking past Josh, I drop my skateboard on the ground, at the top of the ramp. "I'm thinking we should go for a 720 Gazelle flip today, what do you think Josh?" I challenge. "Your on!" Josh declares. 

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Pic of Josh >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>