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truth or dare » nash

"Honey! Nash is here!" my mom yells from downstairs.

I quickly shove my dolls that I had been playing with under my bed, and I make my way to the front door where my best friend Nash was standing.

Nash and I have been very close for as long as I can remember, so I just assume I've known him all my life. He's one year older than me, and he's absolutely wonderful.

"Hey Y/N!" Nash grins, pulling me into a hug.

"Hi Nashy!" I smile.

"Honey, let Nash come in." my mom says, coming up from behind me.

I step to the side, allowing him to come into my house.

"Ahh, Nash." my father grins, walking into the room.

"Hi, Mr. Y/L/N." Nash toothily grins.

"How you been, son?" my dad asks.

"I've been good." he replied politely.

"Come on, come on!" I whined. "Let's go play outside!" I jumped into Nash's arms with a pouty face.

"I bet." my dad said. "That one day, these two will fall in love."

My mom hit my father's arm. "Oh goodness, Y/D/N, Y/N is only eight years old, and even though Nash is nine, they don't have a clue what love is."

"I know what love is." Nash interrupted.

"Oh, you do, do you?" my mother smiled.

"Yes. It's when a boy kisses a girl."

"Well, I'm afraid it's a little more complicated than that." my mother explained.

"Yes. Love is so many things." my dad chimed in. "Like, how you feel towards someone, or how you look at someone, for instance, the way you look at Y/N."

"Shut up, Y/D/N." my mom laughed. "Let the children be."

"Whatever. I'm still betting money on this!" my dad said as he walked upstairs.

"Ignore your father." my mom shook her head as she went to the kitchen.

"Okay, you ready to go play outside?" Nash smirked mischievously.

"Ready as I'll ever be." I smirked back.

"Race ya!" we both yelled at the same time. We often did this, raced each other.

"Beat yooouu." Nash sang as we stood beside my swing set in the backyard.

"Whatever." I panted. "I'll beat you next time."

"Sure." Nash replied, seating himself on a swing and beginning to kick his legs in order to get higher.

I copied his actions, and soon, we were both swinging high in the sky.

It got boring after a bit, and we both eventually slowed down.

"Whatcha wanna do now?" I asked.

"Hmm...how about truth or dare." Nash suggested.

"Ooo, yes, yes!" I jumped up and down on my swing. I'd watched so many shows with truth or dare in it, and it looked like it could be really fun.

"I'll go first. Dare." Nash smiled.

I giggled and thought for a moment.

"I dare you to lick your foot."

I shrieked and giggled as Nash did as told, not even hesitating.

"You're gross." I stuck my tongue out.

He shrugged. "Truth or dare, Y/N?"

"Truth." I said instantly. I didn't need Nash daring me to do something completely disgusting after what I dared him.

"Do you like Hayes?"

My eyebrows crinkled at the mention of Nash's little brother. I was only about a year and a few months older than him, and we got on really well. I wasn't sure if Nash was asking me if I liked him, or if I like like him.

"I like him as my friend." I said.

"Oh, okay." Nash said, awkwardly chewing on his lip.

"Truth or dare?" I asked, rocking on my swing a tiny bit.

"Dare." Nash said again.

I looked around, hoping I could find something good enough to dare him to do.

" I know what love is, it's when a boy kisses a girl."

The words Nash had said earlier swam through my mind, and since I had nothing better to dare him with, I blurted,

"I dare you to kiss me."

Nash's lips curved up in a smirk.

"Ok."

I gulped as he hopped off his swing and stepped in front of me.

"I've seen Mom and Dad kiss, so don't worry, I know what I'm doing."

He began leaning in, my heart racing. I'd also seen my parents kiss, but what do I do? Shut my eyes? Tilt my head?

I could feel Nash's warm breath on my face, and I was still frozen to my spot with wide eyes.

Right as our lips were about to touch, I panicked. I fell backwards off the swing into the plush grass below, my back stinging.

Nash's big blue eyes were wide as he looked down at me, lips still puckered.

"Are you ok?" he asked, offering me his hand.

I took it, standing up.

"I'm fine."

"You're scared." he smirked.

"Am not!" I defended.

"Are too!"

"Am not!"

"Then kiss me." Nash said.

"No."

"See? You're a scaredy cat."

"I'm not scared! Just leave me alone!" I angrily said to him before turning on my heel and walking towards my house.

"Y/N! Wait!" I felt a hand grasp my wrist and spin me around.

"Wha-" I was cut off by Nash's warm lips on my cheek.

"I'm sorry." he said after he pulled back. "I shouldn't have called you a scaredy cat."

"It's okay." I smiled.

"So..." Nash trailed.

"Tag! You're it!" I giggled, running away from him.

"Hey! That's not fair! I'm gonna get you!" he called after me.

"We'll see about that!"

Sure enough, Nash caught me, trapping me in his arms.

"Gotcha." he smiled, kissing my cheek again.

"I'll always gotcha."