Fix You ~Completed~

Act Twenty-Eight

"So, truth or dare?"

"Which one of us are you talking to?"

"The one I'm looking at."

"Gale, you have your eyes closed."

"Eddie, shut up. I'm looking at Clem. Lem, truth or dare?"

I thought for a moment. Truth could have lead to some issues if the wrong question was asked, but I hated doing dares more than anything. It was truly a tough decision. "Um," I hesitated, glancing over at Eddie then back at Gale, "truth."

"Good call. He gives weird dares," Eddie chuckled, resting his hand gently on top of my shoulder. I would have twitched on any normal day, but I barely even made a scene of looking at his hand. It was simply there and it was touching me and it wasn't hurting me. I had faith Eddie would never hurt me.

"Jeez, I made you prank call a teacher pretending to be Morgan Freeman once!" Gale huffed playfully, grinning like a child on the playground.

The three of us were sitting on the floor in Gale and Eddie's two bedroom apartment, a wide collection of food spread out in front of us on the floor. In the background, Gale had on Titanic, which he admitted was his soft spot movie. I had no issue; that was and probably always would be a favorite of mine. Then again, I loved almost any historical fiction movie, as long as it was at least semi-accurate.

Eddie was to my left, Gale to his right. About ten minutes into the movie is when Gale brought up Truth or Dare, saying we needed a way to "become closer to one another." In response, Eddie playfully shoved him to the side, commenting that if they were any closer, they'd require separation via chainsaw.

"Anyways," Gale clicked his tongue, taking his sweet time in choosing a question for me. "Lem, what is your favorite chick flick?"

"My favorite chick flick?" I repeated, just to be clear. When Ale nodded, I laughed, scratching my arm. "Um, I love The Fault in Our Stars. I read the book way before it became a movie and I thought the movie was a near perfect adaption."

Eddie had a little smirk on his face when he asked, "Did you cry?"

"Of course," I sighed, though I had only actually teared up a little. I made sure not to watch it with Kyla, just in case I really broke. He hated sappy movies. He hated all good things in the world.

No, god, I didn't mean that!

I didn't mean any of the awful crap I was thinking. Kyla was just upset when he said I wasn't anything special. When he said he could easily find someone to take my place, he was just mad at me. That was all it was. None of those awful words meant a damn thing.

"Okay, Lem. Throw your worst at us!" Gale challenged.

"Um, Ale. Truth or dare?" I would have turned to Eddie, but I was scared he'd pick dare and I was terrible at dares. I could give Ale an awful dare and feel no shame, but it felt different with Eddie.

He grinned, "Dare me, brosef."

"Crap. I was really hoping you'd go for truth," I admitted with a soft laugh. "Okay, I dare you to... yell something stupid in the middle of the street."

"You want me to actually yell the words 'something stupid' or you want me to yell anything as long as it's stupid?"

"I think those actually both fall in the same category," I pointed out. "It's your choice then, Ale."

"I wanna yell the lyrics to "Defying Gravity" in the middle of the street. Maybe just, like, a couple lines? Could I do that?" He looked so excited it pained me. Why was he always so happy?