Why Don't We imagines

Jonah • 8

         •• Truth or Dare ••

   You sit in your room, coloring pictures of princesses and princes while you wait for your best friend Jonah to come over. You guys have been neighbors since you were born, and you were attached at the hip.

      " Truth Or dare!" Jonah bursts into your room, making you scream. 

      " Jonah! You scared me." You whimper.

     Jonah sits next to you, sitting cross cross applesauce. He wraps his arms around you. " I'm sorry, blossom." He softly apologizes.

   You ignore him and continue to color. He wasn't going to win, even if he used his person  nickname for you, blossom.

    " Come On, I'm sorry I scared you. I'm just excited. My mom showed me a new game!" He says excitedly.

     " A game?" You ask curiously. You keep your eyes trained on your picture you were coloring.

      " Mhmm. It's called truth or dare. I ask you Truth or dare and you pick one. If you pick Truth, then I ask you a question you have to answer. If you pick Dare, I give you something to do and you have to do it. Then after you do it, You ask me Truth or dare." He explains excitedly.

    You finally look up from your drawing. " Alright. It sounds fun." You shrug. You turn  your body to face him and he does the same. Your legs are touching.

    " Truth or dare?" He asks excitedly.

     You nibble on your lip as you think. " Dare."

     " Um...hmmm.... I dare you to...do a cartwheel." He says.

     " Jonah! I'm only five! I don't know how to." You huff.

     " You have to do it!" He insists. " If you don't you have to kiss me!"

    " Who told you that!" You panic.

    " My mom! She said when you play Truth or dare if you didn't do it, you had to kiss the person who asked you."

     " But you have cooties!"

     " So do you! Now do a cartwheel!" He orders.

    You stick your tongue out at him and get to your feet. You go over to the part of your room that had nothing in it; quickly, you flipped yourself over and landed on your back with an ' Oof'.

     " Now you ask me!" Jonah said.

     " Let me get up!" You whine. You push yourself up by your arms while giving him the stink eye. " Truth or dare?"

     " Truth!" He automatically responded.

    "  Did you give Sarah Becker your last twizzler at the park the other day?" You leaned in close to his face.

     Jonah blanches. " M-maybe."

    " Yes or no?" You insist.

     " Yes." He whispers in defeat.

     " How could you!" You shout. You lean back into your feet and cross your arms over your chest with a pout.

    " Jonathan Michaels took hers!"

    " Then Jonathan should've given some of his to her! We always share the last twizzler!"

    " I know." He gave you his kicked puppy look.

   " You only share your last Twizzler with me." You declare.

    " Okay."

    " Swear On Harry Potter?"