It All Started With A Game || Aaron Carpenter and Shawn Mendes au

Five : I know where your balls are

Cheyenne Carpenter

Aaron, Casey, Shawn, and I have been playing truth or dare for nearly twenty minutes. Other than attempting to balance an egg on my nose and failing, and needing to put 'burn bikini' on my To Do List, I haven't had to suffer a lot. Unlike Aaron who got kicked in the balls by Casey because Shawn just found that so funny. I can see how. If it were him instead of Aaron, I would still be laughing in twenty years.

"Let's take a break. I've got to go to the bathroom," I say getting up.

"Yeah, I'm gonna get something to drink. Anybody else want anything," Shawn asks.

Everyone gives him their requests before he heads to the kitchen and I head towards the little girls room. When I get back, I hear Casey and Aaron talking and Aaron says my name.

"Casey please help me! Cheyenne dumped guacamole on my head! We need to get back at her," he groaned.

"You need to. I don't."

"But you should still help me."

"Why?"

"Because"

"Because why?"

After a moment of hesitation, Aaron pulls out his phone and shows Casey the screenshot I sent him of her with her hair all messy and she has a lot of double chins. I remember she sent that to me last week, and I just had to show Aaron. That was a bad mistake.

"That bitch. What's your idea," Casey says, her eyes narrowing.

Shit... I'm in trouble.

I hide behind the corner when Aaron looks my way. Thankfully, he didn't see me. At least , if he did, he didn't mention it.

"She hates Shawn right?"

"Yeah?"

"During truth or dare, we dare him to kiss her if he chooses dare first. If not, we dare her to kiss him. Either way, she gets disgusted."

"Okay, that sounds good."

"Great," he says, as I walk around the corner and into the kitchen. No way am I kissing Shawn ugh Mendes.

"Shawn. Sit. Now," I say, pointing at a stool. He does as told I guess because I sounded serious which I am.

"No matter what happens tonight, you will not pick dare unless I'm the one asking you. Got it?"

"Why?"

"Shawn, I know where your balls are. Don't make me chop them off."

"Okay okay," Shawn surrenders.

This should end well.