Palaye Royale One-Shots

Spin The Bottle(R. L.)

Here's your request! I hope I did okay.
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High school is hard even if you don't have a crush on your best friend. But unfortunately you had to deal with both.
  As you sat in math class you contemplated the various outcomes of telling your best friend, Remington, that you had a crush on him. The two of you had been friends since the fourth grade and you'd had a crush on since sixth. You were in tenth now.
  You felt a jab to your shoulder and turned to look back at said best friend.
"What?"
"I need to ask you something at lunch."
"Oooookay?"
"Don't let me forget." You nodded and went back to daydreaming.
  At lunch you found Remington and a few of your other friends sitting at a table near the back. You joined them, sitting across from Remington.
"What did you want to ask me?" You had to admit you were hoping he liked you too and that whatever he wanted to ask you had something to with that.
"Do you have a date to the dance?" The valentine's dance was coming up.
"No." Hope blossomed in your chest. Maybe he would ask you. "Do you?"
"No. I'm not sure I'm even gonna bother."
"Oh." You were quiet for the rest of lunch.
"Actually, I might ask Monica." You stood abruptly and left the lunchroom. It wasn't his fault. He didn't know you liked him, but it still pissed you off.
"(Y/N)!" He called after you. He abandoned the rest of his lunch and followed you from the lunchroom. You ignored him and kept walking. "(Y/N)!" He said again and grabbed your wrist. "What's wrong?"
"I like you, you dummy! And I don't like listening to you talk about which girls you fucked or which one you're gonna ask to the dance, okay?" You pulled your wrist from his hand and kept walking. He didn't follow you, so the obvious assumption was that he didn't feel the same way. But you didn't have long to dwell on it because the bell rang and you had to head to Pys Ed. You avoided Remington for the rest of the day, being both pissed and embarrassed. You almost managed to avoid him at all and not have to see him until Monday, but he stopped you at your locker.
"Hey." You didn't answer. "Wanna come over? We can listen to music and pretend to do homework."
"Fine." You slammed your locker and turned to look at him. He was smiling. You weren't sure what made you agree. You supposed it was your crush.
"Great. Seb waits a max of five minutes before leaving without me so we should go." He grabbed your hand and pulled you toward the door. The ride was mostly Sebastian and Remington arguing about music and school and whether or not black was a color. As you listened to him speak so passionately about music your anger started to dissolve. After picking up Emerson the ride got even louder as Emerson was thrust into the conversation against his will. At the house, you and Remington left his brothers in the living room and went up to his room. In his room you took a seat on his bed while messed with his iPod and speakers. You couldn't help the giggle that escaped as he cussed at the little blue speaker. Eventually music filled the small room. Remington joined you on the bed, you avoided eye contact, choosing to pick at the blankets instead.
"So. . ." Remington started. "Why didn't you tell me?" You raised your eyebrows.
"Because you clearly don't feel the same way. Can we not talk about this, please?"
"Well this is just embarrassing, I've been chasing other girls because I didn't think you liked me."
"What?" He grinned sheepishly.
"Yeah." You threw yourself back on his bed.
"We're idiots." You said.
"Obviously. But. . . uh. . ." Before he could finish his thought someone knocked on the door. He sighed dramatically.
"Yes?"
"Can we come in or are you two doing things?" Sebastian asked through the door.
"Come in." Remington said, throwing himself down beside you.
"Mom's friend just showed up, crying about something and we'd rather not be down there." Emerson said, sitting down at Remington's desk and picking up his iPod.
"You have your own rooms." Remington said.
"Mines downstairs." Emerson said. Silence settled over the room until Emerson turned on opera music.
"Nooooooooooooooo!" Remington said and shot off the bed. He tried to grab the iPod which turns into the two of them wrestling on the floor for ten minutes. Remington stood up, leaving Emerson on the floor, and turned off the music.
"I'm bored." You declared from the bed.
"We could play a game or something." Sebastian suggest.
"Like what?" You pushed yourself up on your elbows. Sebastian glanced around before bending and picking something up off the floor. It was a red, metal water bottle.
"We could play spin the bottle." You shared a look with Remington, who shrugged.
"Sure. Sit up." He nudged Emerson with is foot until he sat up. You joined the boys on the floor. Sebastian sounds the bottle first. It landed on Emerson.
"Truth or dare?"
"This is stupid." Was Emerson's reply.
"Just pick one." Sebastian said as Remington said, "You're stupid."
"Fine. Truth."
"What was the last lie you told?" Emerson thought for a few seconds before his cheeks dusted pink. Sebastian grinned. "Come on. You chose truth."
"I told Shy I didn't feel well because I didn't want to have sex." He mumbled and found a new interest in the carpet. Remington and Sebastian snickered. "Shut up!" Emerson said before spinning the bottle. It landed on Remington. "Truth or dare?"
"Truth."
"Coward. Fine, what was the last lie you told?"
"I told Ms. Davis I already turned in the science worksheet even though I actually lost." 
"Boring." Sebastian said. Remington spun and it landed on you.
"Truth or dare?" You sighed.
"Dare." He thought for a few seconds before grinning.
"I dare you to kiss me!" You rolled your eyes but leaned forward and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. He did not look impressed. You giggled and spun the bottle. It landed on Remington.
"Truth or dare?"
"Dare."
"I dare you to . . ." You looked around the room. "Let Emerson write something on your forehead with a sharpie." Emerson stood up and searched Remington's desk for a sharpie.
"I hate you." You giggled as Emerson knelt in front of him and started writing. Emerson moved so you could see what he'd written. The words 'I'm a loser' were written across his forehead. Remington used his phone screen as a mirror.
"Real original."
"At least it's Friday and you have a couple days before you have to go to school or anything." You said as he stood up.
"Whatever. Excuse me while I go scrub my forehead." He left and you laughed. He came back a few minutes later with the words mostly gone. You played for another hour before you decided you should probably go home.
"Wanna do something tomorrow?" Remington asked as you walked toward the door.
"Like a date?"
"Yeah. Like a date."
"Sure."
"Great!" He grinned, "I'll come get you around Lunchtime." You kissed his cheek and left in much higher spirits than you had been when you arrived.