Under pressure

1. The camp (Part 1)

A/N! The year is 2016, they are in a summer camp. At least most of them... It's the first day of camp by the way.
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Betty's POV   

"Okay, so Betty," Cheryl smirks.

"Truth or dare?" Ronnie grins.

I sigh, "Truth," I say.

"Come on, sis, pick dare," Jordan says. He puts his lips almost against my ear and so does Charles on the other side.

"Dare. Dare. Dare. Dare," they whisper.

I push their heads away with a chuckle, "Truth," I say proudly and Charles ruffles my hair before I push his hand away.

"Okay, who's turn is it?" Polly asks. We all point on Cheryl.

She smiles, "Biggest fear," she says.

My eyes widen just a little. Thunderstorms. "Blood," I say the second thing in my mind.

"Why?" Ronnie asks.

"Not my turn," I say and spin the bottle. It lands on Archie, who groans.

"Truth or dare?" I ask.

"Phh. Dare," he says.

I smirk, "Make out with.." I look around, "Jason," I say.

"Betts seriosuly?" Jason chuckles.

I nod, "For one minute," I say, setting the timer.

They both sigh and stand up. "And go," Charles says and pushes the button on my phone.

They lean in and start making out, grinning at the same time. Everyone pulls out their phones and films it.

I giggle quietly and lean my head against Jordan's muscle arm. He smiles at me and kisses my head softly. I love my brothers.

*Time pass, 8PM* 

"Guys, I'm gonna head back!" I shout to my brothers.

"Why?" Jordan shouts.

"Too scared of your brothers?" Charles smirks.

"Oh yeah? It's ON," I tell them as I've reached them now.

"There's my lil sis," Jordan chuckles.

"REGGIE!" Charles shouts and we all look at the shore. They're just laughing and talking. They can't surf.

"Yeah?!" he shouts back.

"Someone challenged us! We need a judge," Charles smirks at me.

I giggle and roll my eyes, "I'm gonna beat your ass," I tell both of them.

"We'll see that," Jordan smirks. I put my hands out and they both give me low fives.

"GO!" Ronnie yells.

We all start competing.

*45 minutes later* 

"Hey hodads," Charles smirks, placing his surfboard on the sand. I sit on mine and so do they.

"Hodad?" Josie laughs.

"A hodad is a non-surfing beach bum," Jordan chuckles and ruffles Charles' hair.