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Chapter 10

T R U T H O R D A R E

Sam's POV

We all sit in a big circle in the middle of Luke's living room. I'm next to Luke and Calum, and they're next to Michael and Ashton. Calum is going first, being asked by me.

"Okay Cal, truth or dare?" I ask, a smirk on my face.

"Dare." He says, winking at me. I giggle, which turns into an evil laugh.

"I dare you to kiss Michael." I say, bursting into laughter. Calum immediately turns red, so does Michael. Luke and Ashton just laugh with me.

"Fuck you." Calum says, scooting over and sitting in front of Michael. He smashes his lips into Michael's and they stay like that, then Michael falls backwards and Calum is on top of him, their lips still attached. Luke, Ashton, and I fall silent, watching the two boys make out on Luke's living room floor. Eventually, Calum pulls away and smirks at me.

"Enjoy the show?" Calum returns to his seat and Michael sits there quite stunned, his face completely red still. He stares at his hands in his lap, still blushing.

"Um, sure? Anyway, now, Luke ask me." I quickly avoid the topic of that Michael and Calum kiss, not wanting to make either of them uncomfortable.

"Okay, Sam, truth or dare?" Luke asks, in a odd tone. It's like a mix between boredom and shock.

"Uh, truth." I reply sheepishly, staring at my lap. I heard four groans from around me and giggle as Luke sighs.

"Okay Sam, um, who's your favorite out of us four guys?" He asks, pointing at himself and winking, earning a scowls from the other boys along with an eye roll from me.

"Ashton, because I've known his longest and he was never ever mean to me. Calum you're in second. Luke and Michael, I can't really choose because Michael and I don't talk much. Luke... you were a dick when we met." I answer, explaining as well. I feel bad, but I think Michael is my least favorite. But only because we don't talk often. I know for a fact if I knew them all the same amount of time I'd like them all equally.

"Moving on. Ask me, Michael." Luke smiles, turning towards Michael and beaming at him. Michael finally looks up, still dazed from his kiss with Calum.

"Truth or dare, Lucas?" Michael smirks, his comical and normal self returning from his little phase of shock.

"Dare, obviously." Luke says, giving me a look. I roll my eyes at him, annoyed that he won't let me make my own decisions without judging them.

"Cool, I dare you to eat a slice of leftover pizza... but, all four of us," Michael pauses and gestures to Ashton, Calum, himself, and I, "get to chew it up and spit it onto a plate and mix it together."

"Ew what the fuck?" Luke groans, probably regretting his own decision.

"Okay, Calum hand me a piece of pizza. Ashton go get a knife and plate please." Michael demands, smirking the whole time. Luke massages his temples, shifting into a more comfortable position on the floor. Calum hands Michael a piece of pizza while Ashton rummages through the kitchen drawers. He returns from the kitchen with a plate and knife and hands it to Michael.

"So Ashton since you're the oldest you get to chew the crust. Then me, I'll chew the part right before the crust. Calum chews the part where the pizza starts getting as wider, and Sam get's the tip." Michael says as he slices the pizza into fourths. He hands Ashton the crust and Calum and I our pieces. We all chew for about 10 seconds, then pass the plate around and spit it into a pile, laughing at Luke who's gagging beside us.

"You all suck," He frowns, crossing his arms and pouting. We all laugh, except Luke of course.

"Here you go Luke. The best part is, is you can't use any utensil to eat it. You have to use your hands." Michael cracks up, clapping his hands and throwing his head back, his mouth wide open.

"I hate you, Michael." Luke grumbles, staring at the plate of chewed pizza.

"You're just jealous that Calum likes me more." Michael smirks over at Calum, causing Calum to smirk back. Ashton pouts a little at Michael's comment, probably because him and Luke are practically gay for each other.

"Whatever," Luke rolls his eyes, leaning down towards the plate, his nose brushing the chewed pizza as he buries his face in it. He gags, snapping his head up immediately and spitting the already-chewed pizza on the floor.

"Fuck, I think I'm gonna be sick," Luke groans, getting up and sprinting towards the bathroom. We hear gagging, and then we hear Luke puke. Michael frowns, probably feeling guilty. The toilet flushes and Luke walks out, eyes red and sniffling.

"You guys suck. I'm going to bed. Tell my mum I'm not feeling well. You guys can still stay. I just need to lay down." He murmurs, walking into the hallway. We hear his footsteps up the stairs, then a door open and shut.

"I feel like such a dick guys. Holy shit." Michael puts his face in his hands and sighs. Ashton throws an arm around him, frowning.

"Maybe we should go, it doesn't feel right without Luke down here. Sam, can we go to your house?" Ashton asks, a slight smile on his face as he looks at me. I nod, and all the boys scramble around the room quietly, looking for their bags. I decide to go upstairs and tell Luke we're leaving.

I make my way down his beautifully decorated hallway and up his slim staircase. I have no idea which door leads to his room, but I take a guess and assume it's the one with the door closed. I slowly open it, finding Luke laying on his side, half asleep.

"What?" He asks, shielding his eyes from the light that came in from the hallway.

"The boys and I are going to head over to my house. If you feel better you can come over later. It just doesn't feel right without you, you know?" I tell him, feeling pretty shitty. He was the one most excited about the sleepover tonight.

"Okay, bye." He mumbles, obviously going back to trying to sleep. I back out of his room and close the door, then return downstairs to the boys who are all packed up and ready to leave.

"Alright guys, let's go." I slip on my shoes, and so do the boys. They let me lead since it's my house, and I walk out of the front door, the three of them trailing behind.

We get to my house, which still smells new, even though I've tried burning some candles, and everyone's pretty chill. We don't know what to do now.

"We should watch a scary movie," I suggest as we all sit on my new and comfortable couches.

"Yeah! I heard there was this really scary one Netflix just added. It's called You're Next. Did you guys see it in the cinema?" Michael asks, raising an eyebrow at us all.

"Nope, let's watch it." Ashton exclaims, leaning forward and grabbing my TV remote and Wii remote to access Netflix.

When the movie starts, it's really boring. But then it get's good, and all throughout it I'm clutching onto Ashton's arm in fear, and he giggles every time I shriek or jump at the scary parts.

But soon after the movie ends, and we turn on cartoons to get our mind off the scary things, we all fall asleep. And it feels fucking great. I love these boys.