Conflicted

TWO

Also just gonna leave that edit here as it is amazing and my husband looks amazing.

Continuation of last chapter

Rylee's p.o.v:

Me and Steve walked back into where everyone else was still stood talking, Clint noticed us walk back in and motioned for us to come over to him, Nat and Landon. I nudged Steve's arms and he started walking behind me as I went and sat down next to Clint, he wrapped his arm round my shoulder and pulled me closer to his side.

"How you doing Steve." Nat asked as he sat down.

"I'm doing alright but I have definitely been better." Steve said and I gave him a wary smile. 

"Well I hope you feel one hundred percent soon, I missed hanging out with you. I got stuck with these two." Nat said referring to me and Landon. We turned to look at her and gave her a look of betrayal and hurt. She just laughed at our childishness. 

"Rude." I said before laughing along with her. Once we had calmed down everyone else had come over and sat down with us on the sofas around the table. 

"We should play a game." Tony said causing everyone's gaze to shift to him. 

"Like what?" Landon asked.

"Let's play truth or dare. Get to know each other better." Tony said and everyone nodded in agreement. It seemed like a good idea at the time but I knew that it would only end badly. Especially seen as though Tony had brought the alcohol out. I mean I wasn't complaining but nothing good ever happened from a hole bunch of drunk people being in a room together. 

"Alright then Tony since you suggested it you get to choose who goes first and start off easy." Nat says once everyone had got a drink in front of themselves apart from Landon and Steve.

"Okay. Rylee, Truth or dare?" Tony asked me. 

"Dare." I said and he thought of something.

"Okay, swap clothes with the person to you left." He replied and everyone started giggling slightly. 

"Okay." I stood up and so did Clint so we could go switch clothes. I felt bad for him, he would never fit into my clothes, his clothes on the other hand were extremely comfy. I should know I practically live in them throughout the time that he was in jail. I got my shirt of and handed it to him and he took it but looked confused. 

"Is this one of mine?" He questioned as he looked at the purple shirt I had just handed him.

"Possibly." I said as we carried on trading clothes. Once we were done, well once I was done and Clint put on as much as he could fit into on we walked back into the room. Clint didn't have pants on seen as though I refused to have my favourite and only good pair of black jeans ruined. We sat down and everyone just stared at Clint.

"She didn't want me to ruin her jeans so I'm no half naked." Clint said as he sat down with every one's eyes following him. I lent over to his ear and whispered another quiet apology. I could see that a few people felt weirded out by the fact that he didn't have pants on and I found it funny. I know for a fact that it didn't bother Clint or me and I found it funny that it did for everyone else. Clint pulled me onto his lap so that everyone could no longer tell that he didn't have pants on. It just looked like he was wearing shorts or something now considering how baggy his clothes were on me.