The Prank

It's Just A Little Dare

"C'mon, baby. It'll be fun." Kian protests. He wants to play Truth or Dare with me, but somehow, I just know this won't end well. It never really does.

At that moment, I get a text from Sam. My best friend. Saved by the bell, I guess. At least now I have an excuse as to why I won't answer Kian.

Sam: Hey Rosie! What's up? :)

Me: Nothing, Kian wants to play Truth or Dare, but I say no.

Sam: Ahh, scared he'll make you do something crazy?

Me: Yeah, I don't exactly feel like stealing a stop sign or something along the lines of that.

Sam: Lol babe ik how u feel. he always makes me do crazy shit like that :)

Me: ughhhh when are you coming over?

Sam: lol i'll be right there. just wait for me before you have any fun. alright? this is going to be the best party ever! :)

Kian tries to peek at my phone, but I move the screen so he can't see it.

"Who ya textinngggg????" he jokes.

"It's just Sam. He's on his way."

Kian nods. He's been my boyfriend for a little over a year, and this is a birthday party for our close friend Jc Caylen. Kian and Jc are close, but they've never been nor ever will be as close as Kian and Sam. 

They're like brothers. They constantly get asked if they are. I go on triple-dates with them (and by triple, I mean Kian and me, and Sam by himself tagging along as always). He sure doesn't mind third wheeling with us, but I sort of feel bad for him. He's too good of a guy to be wasted on being single. It should be us four, Kian and me, and Sam and a girl. It should be double dates we go on, not awkward-Kian-sitting-in-the-middle-of-me-and-Sam-at-the-movies-dates. 

"He loves you, you know." Kian says, as if it's something I've already come to realize on my own and he's not just springing it upon me now.

"What?!" I shout, glancing at Kian and then back at the texts. The only thing that catches my eye, is that Sam called me babe. But he always does that. He always has. Sam and I have been friends for much longer than Kian and I have been dating, and I think I would know if my best friend was in love with me or not.

Kian just nods, as if it doesn't bother him at all. "Yeah, he told me once. He feels terrible as fuck about it, but he does. He's been in love with you ever since you two met."

I'm struck by these words. I would've never guessed it on my own.

"You're joking, right?" I tease, but Kian's face doesn't seem to be laughing along.

His somewhat-of-a-smile face fades into one of someone who'd just found out their lifelong dog had just got run over.

"I'm telling you, Rose. I'm not lying. Ask him."

"I can't do that." I say, realizing just how awkward that would be. I'm not one for confrontation, and this would top all the awkward experiences I've ever had.

Kian claps his hands together as if he's forming a terrible plan that sounds fun to him, but miserable to me. And knowing Kian, I'm right.

"Here's what we're going to do," he explains. I'm ready for some plan about stealing some beer from his parents, or something revolving around the impending party. 

"You are going to tell Sam you love him too."

My eyes open widely. "I'm what?!"

Kian nods. "It'll be funny, you'll see. A prank. You get him to tell you everything and you fake being his girlfriend for awhile. It'll be hilarious once he finds out you were lying the whole time! I'd like to see the look on his face!"

He's laughing, but this is too cruel. I can't possibly do this to Sam, can I? He's my best friend, and we've been through thick and thin together. If anything, I should probably dump Kian right here, on the spot. But I love him, right? I love his little shenanigins, right? Maybe I don't love him after all.

"Okay, as long as you don't hurt his feelings." I say. I really don't want Sam to get hurt, but I always do what Kian tells me to at the end of the day. He's my boyfriend, and he says he loves me. So I should trust him, right? After all, it's just a little dare. 

Right?

Kian ducks out of the room when he sees Sam at the front door. I gulp. This is going to be hard to do. The party hasn't even started, and yet, the chaos has just begun.

I open the door and let Sam inside. "Listen, Sam. I need to talk to you.." I say, glancing at Kian's head poking around the corner to spy on what we're saying.

"Yeah, sure Rosie. You can tell me anything. You can trust me." 

This breaks me. You can trust me. The words ring inside my ears as if I had a little voice inside me telling me what to do. The truth is, I absolutely can trust Sam. The question is, can he trust me?

I gulp and whisper into his ear. "Can we take this to Kian's room?" I ask. We're in the o2l house, the house in which Ricky Dillon, Jc Caylen, Kian Lawley and Connor Franta live. Sam lives somewhere else, with his roommate Dominic DeAngelis. Dominic's nice, but I wish Kian and Sam spent more time together. I'm sure if Kian were closer with Sam, there would be no prank. There would be no conflictions. But that's not the reality here, and I don't like it.

I take Sam's hand and pull him upstairs to Kian's bedroom. I wink at Kian when I go up, and he snickers behind the other side of the wall.

"Is everything okay, Rosie?" Sam asks as I close Kian's door behind us. I don't really like Kian watching us while I act, it sort of gives me a bit of stage fright. I lock the door and sit on the bed beside Sam.

"No, Sam. Everything's not okay. Kian and I broke up." I lie.

Sam wraps his arm around my shoulder and pulls me in close to his chest. 

"No, this can't be happening! You two were perfect for eachother." I can tell he's lying too.

"No, we weren't. He cheated on me." I lie again. Each lie digs me deeper and deeper into a hole I have to get out of, immediately. Lying to Sam feels wrong, but on the other hand, he lied to me the whole time he knew me, if he really does love me.

I manage to make myself cry, and don't ask me how I did it, I don't know what came over me. I cried and cried into Sam's warm sweatshirt and He stroked my hair and comforted me. It actually felt really nice, being in Sam's comforting embrace like that. 

"I'll kill him."

I freak out. I didn't mean for it to escalate to the point at which Sam actually gets into a physical fight with Kian. I just wanted to go along with the prank. 

"No, don't. Please. For me." That out to keep him from doing it, and it appears to. He relaxes and pulls me closer. He kisses my forehead.

"Just let me talk to him, okay?" he says, and lays me down on the bed. He gets up and starts to  leave, and then I realize what I've done. He's going to talk to Kian. I hadn't even done my part of the prank yet, and he'll be furious. Cheating was never a part of the plan. 

I jump up and try to stop Sam from leaving. I grab on to his wrist that's holding the doornob and I grab onto his waist.

"Please, Sam. Stay with me." I beg, trying all I can to stop him from confronting Kian.

He kisses my forehead and I close my eyes. Thank God. He's going to stay.

I was wrong, for once I open my eyes back up, he's slipping out of the door. I pull it open after him, but he's already halfway down the stairs.

What have I done?!