TRUTH OR DARE

The park.

It’s the perfect place to hangout on a warm summer night. It’s where my best friend, Jaymie, and I were hanging out. We were sitting in the cool grass, by the jungle gym, as the sun was starting to set. The park was basically empty except for a few others.

“So, Sophie, truth or dare?” Jaymie randomly asked, looking out at the field where two teenagers, probably our age, 16, were smoking.

“Um, truth,” I said, grabbing a blade of grass and shredding it into itsy bitsy pieces. It’s a habit that I have. I just randomly tear up pieces of grass and I usually don’t even realize it.

“Okay. Um, are you really over Andy?” She asked me. Andy is my ex-boyfriend that cheated on me. He does not deserve to live.

“Yes! He’s a fucking douchebag,” I replied, glaring at her. She should know better than to bring him up.

“Sorry,” she mumbled.

“’S okay. Truth or dare?”

“Dare.”

“I dare you to…” I started, and then whispered the rest in her ear.

She gasped and I smirked.

“You’re so mean!” she screeched.

“You still have to do it!”

She stood up and burst into song and dance, while I burst into laughter. Boy, did she dance. Her booty was shakin’, and arms flailing. She looked like a dork. That’s how we always dance though.

“Apple Bottom Jeans (Jeans)
Boots with the fur (With the fur)
The whole club was lookin at her
She hit the flo (She hit the flo)
Next thing you know
Shawty got low, low, low, low, low, low, low, low.

“Them baggy sweat pants
And the Reeboks with the straps (With the straps)
She turned around and gave that big booty a smack (Ayy)
She hit the flo (She hit the flo)
Next thing you know
Shawty got low, low, low, low, low, low, low, low.”

This caught the attention of the teenagers on the other side of the field. Oh yeah. They walked a little closer to us, laughing and pointing.

Jaymie sat back down next to me and slapped me. “Are you done laughing?” Once I calmed down she asked, “Truth or dare?”

“Dare.”

She smirked, “I dare you to pants that kid over there.”

“Which one?”

“The one with the brown hair.”

“Alrighty.”

Oh, God. She is actually gonna make me do this. I got up to my feet, wiping the grass off my shorts. I slowly walked up to the guy. His back was to me so he didn’t see me, but his friend did. I raised my forefinger to my mouth signaling for him not to say anything. I bit my lip to hold back a giggle. I couldn’t believe I was going to do this.

I closed my eyes. Here goes nothing. I yanked his pants down and ran.

“What the fuck?!” I heard him yell.

I glanced behind me. He was standing there in his Spiderman boxers with his jeans around his ankles. I stopped running and began laughing.

He glared at me and dropped his cigarette on the ground than he ran towards me. My eyes widened in fear, who woulda thought he’d run after me? Certainly not me. I let out an awfully girly shriek and ran again. Thank God I was in track, or else I’d be dead.

I ran to the other side of the field, near the vacant swings. I jumped onto on of the swings.

I mean, once he caught up to me (which would probably be within the next two seconds), I’d be swinging and the only way he’d be able to do anything to me was if he got in front of the swing. And think about it: he would totally get kicked. Great idea, Sophie.

… Yeah, not so great. He grabbed the chains from behind me. Stopping the swing from any motion.

“Why the fuck did you do that?” he grunted in my ear.

I jumped off the swing and faced him. “I - I was dared to…” I trailed off. He raised his eyebrows.

I looked at him closely. I do admit it, he’s cute. He’s tall, at least five foot ten (that’s a whole eight inches taller than me). He’s got brown hair that barely covers his eyes and the ends curl over his ears. His eyes were blue, I could tell. And a little hoop on his left bottom lip. Lip piercings are so hott.

“Um, well… see ya later… bye,” I said running towards Jaymie.

“Haha, that was funny,” my best friend said.

“Hah, yeah… let’s go,” I replied.

We walked towards the exit of the park in peace. The sun already set and the only light was the stars and streetlights.

“What exactly happened with you two?” Jaymie asked.

“Well. I pantsed him and he chased me-” I began, but was interrupted by that kid I pantsed.

He pantsed me. He pantsed me. He pantsed me. Oh no, he didn’t.

I gasped and glanced down at my Disney Princess undies.

“What the fuck kid?! Just ‘cause I pantsed you doesn’t mean you can pants me!” I yelled, pulling my grey shorts up, and glaring up at him.

“Why not?!”

“Because!”

“Because why?!”

“Because!”

“Because why?!”

“Because!”

“Because why?!”

“Because I say so!”

“Well, sorry. Princess.” He smirked.

Oh, how funny? Not.

“You should be. Spiderman.”

I rolled my eyes and turned around, my back facing him. I took three steps away from him but was stopped again. This time, he grabbed my arm and whipped me around. This action made me stumble into his chest. I took a step back with his hand still around my arm.

The next thing I knew, his lips were pressed against mine. At first I was surprised, but I once I realized what he was doing, I kissed back. My fingers running through his hair and his hands around my waist.

“I’m Ryan,” he said after he pulled away.

“Sophie,” I responded, slightly breathless.

Then our lips collided again.

THE END

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