Peribat

Truth or Dare

"Jamison, I'm bored as hell, play truth or dare with me."
"Okay, but just truths for me because I'm driving," He replied.
"Fine," I had to push back every crazy ass dare I wanted to inflict upon him.
"Why do you have ten million sweatshirts?"
"Angelica's always cold, so I keep fluffy blankets and extra sweatshirts in my locker."
"Awww, you're such a sweet guy."
"You know it's odd to call a guy sweet, right?"
"Nah, you deserve it."
"Bu-"
"Jamison, take the fucking compliment and sit down. So what are we going to talk about?"
"Ummmm, I know! Let's do that thing where we love calculate people on that trash website." He suggested.
"Yes. Okay, so you and Angelica ... 46 %. Not bad." Jamison and I did that for about an hour. Then, he asked the question.
"Let's do us. It can't hurt."
"Uh... okay." I plugged our names into the website. In bright pink letters, it read "Jamison and Persephone: 97 %".
"Huh, we got 97 %. We would make a good couple."
"How so?
"Well, you're incredibly dorky, I'm incredibly dorky. You're a bad kisser, I'm a good kisser, so I can teach you, a-"
"I am not a bad kisser!"
"When you kiss, you look like you're about to eat a popsicle."
"Hey, that's good for other things." He stared at me like he was equal parts turned on and disgusted.
"Fine then, Jamison, Kiss me. Let's see how good your kisses really a-"
He planted his lips firm on the base of my mouth. I've got to say, out of all the wonderful occurrences in my life, that one's pretty close to number one. Not because of the fact that it was monumental to me, but because of the way I felt. He was, in fact, a good kisser. Just then he pulled away, looked to the side, and muttered something under his breath.
"What?" I asked.
"I admit it, you're an okay kisser!"
"Shush! I am way more than okay!"
"You're mediocre at best, Percy, not the best friend I've kissed," He flashed a slight smile as I died inside. His words infuriated me to my core. Well, only one word in particular, "Friend." I was just his friend and nothing more. I wasn't the one he cuddled, or the one that he loved. We were just friends. Friends.