Party Games |Stozier| •Short Story•

CHAPTER TWO

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TRUTH OR
DARE
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EDDIE looked around the circle that the losers had created in the basement of the Hanscom's household. "Stan, truth or dare?"

Stanley weighed his options, knowing dares were never good and neither were truths most of the time. "I suppose truth."

"Who would you make out with in the group if you were to do so with one of us?" Eddie questioned, his brown eyes staring into his friend's.

"I... uh, I- wait... err, I... do I have to answer this?" The honey -coloured curly haired boy stumbled over his words. "I don't... uh, err, I..."

"Answer the question, Stanley." Beverly said, smirking at him.

Stan's face was burning, completely red with embarrassment, as he shakily placed a hand on the floor to stable himself as his nerves kicked in.

He looked at each loser before his eyes met with Richie's dark brown ones, he looked down at his lap. "Richie." He mumbled quietly.

Richie's eyes widened, his cheeks turning a light shade of pink, he pulled Stan in for a comforting hug. "I knew you wanted to make out with me." He whispered into the other's ear.

Stan turned a darker shade of red, not that that could be possible, and he gently shoved the ebony-haired boy away from him. "I hate you." He grumbled, not meaning it.

Richie pushed his glasses back up properly onto the bridge of his nose, leaning over and kissing his friend cheek before leaning back. "Beverly, it's your go to pick someone."

Beverly knew who she wanted to pick, knowing they wouldn't backdown from a dare. She smirked. "Richie, truth or dare?"

The ebony-haired boy grinned lazily, humming. "Dare. You know I never back down from a dare."

'Oh! I know. That's exactly what I wanted.' The redhead thought to herself.

"I dare you to kiss..." She began, pretending to think of who, she then looked around the circle before looking back at Richie." I dare you to kiss Stan. And no cheap kiss, a full on good smooch on the lips."

Stanley's honey-brown eyes widened with shock and fear, his heart beginning to pound rapidly against his chest and before he could protest lips had smashed against his own.

Richie's hands cupped the other's cheeks, tenderly in his hold, he pulled the boy into a deeper kiss.

Stan let out a soft whine into the kiss from surprise, he slowly kissed back, wrapping his arms around Richie's neck.

"Alright, alright. Break it up, lovebirds." Eddie cackled.

The two friends leaned back, both blushing, they had small smiled upon their faces.

'It's just the alcohol making me want to kiss my best friend some more.' Richie thought to himself, more like lying to himself.

"Billy-boy, truth or dare?" He questioned.

Bill rolled his eyes at the nickname his friend gave him. "Truth."