“Pizza’s here!” Tyrone yelled from upstairs. Georgia and I jumped up and raced each other sliding in socks down the hallway.
“Ow!” I groaned from the floor after hitting the hard wood of the door. Georgia hauled me up and pulled open the door. Okay, so pizza guy was cute. The pizza guys are always the cutest when you’re in your pyjamas. Scientifically proven.
“That’s $35,” the delivery guy said with a smile. Whoops, we forgot money.
“Booooys,” I called over my shoulder. “Just a second, sorry.”
“Not a problem ladies,” the guy smiled flirtatiously at Georgia. “Having a good night?”
“Yeah, we a-” she was cut off by a pair of arms wrapping around her waist from behind.
“What’s holding you up babe?” said a shirtless, smirking Christian. Georgia looked surprised for a moment then recovered and smiled back at him.
“Just waiting to pay the nice delivery boy, babe,” she said back, making the pizza guy look uncomfortable. Meanwhile, Brock and I were struggling to stop ourselves from bursting into hysterical laughter.
“Here you go mate,” Brock handed over the money and the two of us took the pizza boxes. Brock shut the door on him, leaving him looking thoroughly downtrodden.
“Christian you a-hole,” Georgia swatted him on the arm before storming off down the hallway. Christian just grinned and followed her.
“Feed me peasants!” Taylah ordered. I dumped the boxes of pizza on the table while Luke went to get plates. We all piled them up and went into the loungeroom where we’d set up a floor sized mattress and a sea of blankets and pillows.
“What are we going to do?” Christian asked through a mouthful of pizza. “Truth or dare?”
We all agreed so we arranged ourselves into a circle.
“Okay, firstly,” Georgia said seriously. “What happens in the circle, stays in the circle. No passing, if you refuse, you will be punished severely. Ready? Let’s go!”
“Truth is for pussies,” Mitchel scoffed. “Let’s just do dare.”
“Alright,” I started, looking around the circle to choose my victim. “Tyrone! I dare you to…. Run naked down the street singing ‘say you like me’.”
“What?” he spluttered. “Ugh fine. Wait, how naked?”
“Underwear is acceptable,” I smirked and he stood up reluctantly. We all wolf whistled as he stripped down and took a death march up the hallway to the front door.
“You go girl,” Luke smacked his bum and pushed him out the door.
He started off at a jog, singing at the top of his lungs. It wasn’t exactly warm out, there was a weird chilly breeze in the air. He made it to the end of the court where we could still hear him before he came back shivering and pushed past us into the house.
He stood against the wall panting for a moment before he went back and put his clothes back on.
“Okay, Christian,” Tyrone said with an evil grin. “I dare you and Mitchel to pretend to hook up for 30 seconds. I mean as close as possible, full sound effects, the whole shebang.”
“Come here gorgeous,” Mitchel winked at Christian who jumped up and sat in front of him. Eager much?”
It was so close to disturbing, I’m not sure what to make of it. They wrapped their arms around each other, there had to have been mere millimetres between their faces and the sounds were not only realistic but also creepily dramatic and erotic.
“Time’s up boys,” Tyrone cut in. “Sorry to disappoint.”
They pulled apart and Christian leant in against Mitchel’s chest where they sat and cuddled. Way cute.
“I piiiiiick,” Christian considered. “Georgia. This is a little one that I learnt at school. Everyone empty your pockets, and however many notes we have all together, she has to take off that many pieces of clothing.”
“Um what?” Georgia said loudly and I held back a laugh. “Since when did this become a strip joint?”
“Come on Georgia,” Mitchel urged. “I just inhaled Christian’s breath all up in my face for 30 seconds. Take one for the team.”
Most of us were wearing pyjamas, so a lack of pockets worked in Georgia’s favour. Brock found a $10 note in his shorts and Tyrone had a couple of $5s in his jumper. Georgia glared at them and took off her jumper and her shorts, leaving her in an oversized t-shirt that just covered her business.
“I pick Brock,” she said, trying to sit in the least revealing way possible. “I dare you to… go jump in the pool, fully clothed… next door.”
So we found ourselves out in the backyard, lined up along the fence while Brock sat at the top. He saluted us and dropped over to the other side, taking a deep breath before he ran over and jumped straight into the clear blue water. We all cheered as he bobbed back up and pushed himself out. A light came on inside and he bolted to jump back over. We all ducked behind the fence as we heard the door open and our neighbour call our to whoever was in his yard.
Once we were back inside and Brock had changed into dry clothes, we remade our circle.
“Next is…” Brock paused for dramatic effect. “Luke. I dare you to eat a chilli, whole. A big one.”
We all hurried out to the kitchen to pick the biggest chilli we could find. We set him up with a glass of milk at the bench and he hesistated, looking nervous. Then he just did it, bit it right off and chewed. I felt sorry for him, his face screwed up, sweating, chugging glasses of milk until he could breathe properly again.
“I think my entire mouth is on fire,” he coughed out, spitting into the sink.
“My turn, and I pick…” he smirked. “A double dare for Taylah and Mitchel.”
“Luke,” Brock said warningly. Luke just waved a hand dismissively.
“Chill Brock, it’s just a game,” he reminded him. “Seven minutes in heaven, in the cupboard. We’ll even play you some music to get you comfortable.”
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Tay’s mouth was hanging open, and was that a blush I could see?
“Go,” we all said together, pointing them towards the cupboard in the corner. They both glared at us and walked in reluctantly. We shut the door and locked it behind them. I skipped over to the speakers and put on some One Direction. What can I say, I’m a bit of a fangirl.
I grabbed Georgia’s hand and we were dancing around on the mattresses, dragging the boys in when we’d pass them. We couldn’t hear anything from the cupboard over the music, so I was definitely curious as to whether they’d actually do anything.
Seven minutes were up and we moved the chair, letting them out. It wouldn’t have been obvious to everyone, but Georgia and I definitely saw the signs. You see, his hair wasn’t quite as perfect as before he’d gone in, and her cheeks were looking a little flushed. That little whorebag.
“Well, we’ve saved the best for last,” Mitchel looked to Taylah and they both grinned. “Maeve, we dare you to give dear Luke a lap dance.”
“No – but I – and he’s – I can’t – just no,” I spluttered, feeing myself go red. Every one of them was smirking, except for Luke who looked as embarrassed as I felt. The boys dragged him to one of the kitchen chairs and sat him down while the girls dragged me over to stand in front of him.
“Please don’t make me do this,” I whined to no avail. I turned back to face Luke and he just laughed. I cracked a smile despite myself. “Oh shut up Howell.”
