affliction // michael clifford (discontinued)

Chapter Two

"So what do you guys usually do on a Friday night?" I asked them as I took a slice out of my pizza.

"We usually go to parties," Michael started, "But since you're here we obviously didn't go."

"Oh stop it." Luke dragged on, turning to Michael, "We all know we have not been to a party for more than two months."

"They tend to argue a lot." Ashton told me, taking a seat next to me.

"Well it's not my fault!" Michael yelled.

"Well it's not mine either!" Luke yelled back.

"You two are like an old annoying couple." Calum whined, "Let's play something."

"Truth or dare!" Ashton yelled, making me jump.

I mentally groaned.

I hated truth or dare, something always goes wrong.

Like in the sixth grade I played truth or dare and I was dared to kiss some boy who ate trash before.

Or in freshman year when I was downed to take two shots.

"Ready?" Luke called.

Him, Ashton, Calum and Michael were all sitting in a circle on the floor, leaving a space for me right in between Ashton and Michael.

I nodded my head and hesitantly sat down.

"Here," Calum said with a smirk, "I'll spin first."

He spun and it landed on Ashton.

"Ashton," Calum taunted, "Truth or dare?"

"Dare." he bravely chose.

"Good." Calum hummed, "I dare you to strip down naked and run down the block, yell 'I like dick' and then slowly, I repeat, slowly, walk back here."

"Piece of cake." Ashton said while smirking.

I closed my eyes while I assumed he undressed, and waited until I heard the door open.

I looked at the other three boys laughing and Luke recording this whole thing.

Soon enough, I heard Ashton scream.

"I LIKE DICK. BIG BIG DICKS."

At this point all four of us were rolling on the floor laughing our asses off.

For the next hour or so all five of us did pointless truths and dumb yet hilarious dares.

"Truth or dare?" Luke asked me.

"Dare."

"I dare you to do seven minutes in heaven with Michael."

"No fucking way." I told Luke.

"You have to. You picked dare."

I groaned and stomped my feet standing up.

I looked at Michael and he shrugged, and we began to walk to the nearest closet.

"I am not kissing you. No way not gonna happen." I told Michael as soon as we were both in the pitch-black closet.

"Like I would ever." he muttered.

Even though it was pitch black, I could sense him rolling his eyes.

"Why do you hate me?" I asked.

He let out a sigh, "I told you, I don't hate you. I just don't particularly-"

" 'Like you' " I finished off for him.