Don't Break My Heart (A BajanCanadian Fanfiction)

Chapter 14 ~ Pools

~~~{Destiny's P.O.V}~~~

"Wait, we're not going to stream this?!" Ty asked indignantly.

"No."

"I thought we were going to stream it!"

"We could stream it if you want..." Jason said, and I glared at him.

"Okay, I'll get everything we need for streaming!" Ty said, going into a closet and taking out some very complicated-looking things.

"Wait, Brittany, is this okay with you?" I asked Brittany.

She gives me a tiny nod. "If it's okay with Ty, it's okay with me." I smiled, but I was really thinking, what a pushover. She really should try to stand up for herself sometimes...

~~~{~}~~~

"Now that we've reached a thousand viewers and counting, are we going to start?" I asked.

"Sure." Mitch answered.

"Okay. The rules are simple. No making me kiss someone that isn't Mitch and no taking clothes off. We'll spin the bottle and whoever it lands on will choose a truth or a dare that you, the viewers, will make. Someone will decide the best one, and we will go clockwise so everyone gets to pick a comment." I said.

"Yup!" Quentin smiled at the camera.

I spun the bottle and it landed on Mitch.

"Truth."

Ty started reading the comments. "Oh! Here's a good one!" He exclaimed. I braced myself for a horrible truth. "Who is that girl and what are your feelings for her?"

Mitch smiled and pecked me on the cheek. "Her name is Destiny and she is my girlfriend." He answered.

The comments went crazy, but we ignored them and I spun the bottle again. This time, it landed on Adam.

"Dare!"

Jason was next to Ty, so he read the comments. "They dare you to eat a whole stick of butter."

"Easy!" Adam mimicked a hair flip, and everyone laughed.

Adam pulled a stick of butter out of his pocket.

"How did you do that?!" I asked incredulously.

Adam smiled. "When you're the Budder King like me, you always have to be prepared."

Adam bowed in front of the camera and gobbled up the stick of butter.

"No one can eat butter like me!" Adam boasted, but it was a bit subdued.

I shook my head and spun the bottle again. It landed on me.

"Truth."

Quentin read the comments. After a couple minutes of me waiting impatiently, he finally said, "Name what you feel for every member of Team Crafted."

"I obviously love Mitch with all my heart." Mitch smiled and I continued, "I love Adam as a younger brother." Adam smiled. "I think Quentin is okay. I think Jerome is awesome, and he is my soon-to-be new best guy friend. I don't like Jason and Ty as much as the rest of the guys."

The comments went wild again, but we ignored them. Again.

I spun the bottle again and it landed on Brittany.

"Truth or dare?" I asked her quietly.

"Truth." She said softly.

The comments went wild yet again because they didn't know who Brittany was.

"This is Brittany, guys. Say hi, viewers!" I waved at the camera, and Brittany waved too.

I started reading the comments. It took me a while, though, because everyone was saying "HI BRITTANY" and. "DONT TAKE ADAM AWAY FROM ME" and "YOLO."

Finally, I found a suitable one.

"Is it okay if I make your relationship public?" I whispered to Brittany, leaning behind Mitch to talk to her. Her eyes widened, and she shook her head frantically.

I smiled, nodding, and looked for another one.

Finally, I found another suitable one.

"How did you meet the guys?" I asked.

"I met one of them at a club a couple nights ago, and we've been friends ever since." Brittany said evasively.

I smiled and spun the bottle. It landed on Ty.

"Dare." He said.

Mitch leaned forward, toward the laptop we were getting the comments from, and looked for a suitable comment. "They dare you to kiss the person you are most attracted to for five seconds on the lips."

"That's just...ugh, fine." Ty leaned over and kissed Brittany on the lips. She blushed quite a bit, but after the five seconds were over, she stopped blushing and pulled away from Ty.

I spun the bottle again, and it landed on me again. I rolled my eyes and sighed. "Dare. Brittany, it's your turn to read the comments."

"Oh, I don't think think I should. I don't want anyone to not like me for doing a bad dare." She said, intimidated.

"Oh, Brittany, you'll do just fine." I assured her.

She brightened. "You think?"

I nodded.

She smiled and started reading the comments. "They want you to jump in the pool."

"Okay," I said, getting up and opening the sliding door. "Are you going to move the camera?"

Ty smirked. "You really want us to have a video of you getting humiliated?"

I rolled my eyes and walked to the edge of the pool, took a deep breath, and hesitated.

"How cold is it?" I asked, turning around to see Mitch with the camera and Quentin right behind me.

"It's abou-" Mitch said, but it couldn't hear the rest, because Quentin had pushed me in the cold depths of the pool.

Since it was mid-July, it wasn't too cold, but that wasn't my problem.

The problem was that the pool, in the deep side, was fifteen feet deep.

The problem was that I was in the deep side.

The problem was I could only doggy-paddle in a pool, and only barely.

The problem was that I had no breath.

I kicked out, trying to push myself up to the surface, but the top of my foot banged into the side of the pool.

I recoiled, moving my arms around wildly, but I only succeeded in bashing my head against the wall.

I tried to inhale, but water rushed into my lungs and I tried to cough it out, but everything was fading fast. I must have bumped my head hard, really hard.

Everything went black.