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Some things you need to know:

(Y/n) = your name
(L/n) = last name
(H/c) = hair colour
(E/c) = eye colour
(F/c) = fave colour
(S/f/c) = second fave colour
(F/f) = fave food
(F/d) = fave drink
(M/n) = middle name

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Your P.O.V.

After a long time of trick or treating we finally arrived at Sasha's house. Her parents made us popcorn and send us off upstairs to her room to watch a movie or something. But of course we were talking and the TV in her room was just on without a reason because no one felt like watching it. So now we're playing truth or dare. Bad idea, huh? But we were kinda at the end of the game.

"I dare you to... sing a Chirtmas song really loudly." Sasha said.

"But aren't your mum and dad gonna kill me for it?" I asked.

"Oh sweety, they are long gone. You know, to the party where everyone is." She answered.

"Oh. I didn't hear them. Anyway, what song should I sing?" I questioned.

"Any Christmas song." She replied.

"Ok. Um... LET IT GO! LET IT GO! CAN'T HOLD IT B--"

"Ok ok! That's enough." Sasha said.

"What? Am I that horrible at singing?" I asked.

"No. I just think it was a little too loud and the song was a little too annoying." She answered.

"It annoys me too. But once you listen to it, you can't get it out of your head. So exuse me if I just burst out singing it at any time." I warned.

"Ok. Your turn to truth or dare some one." She replied.

"Zenix, truth or dare?" I asked.

"Truth." He answered.

"Is it true that you have a crush on someone in school." I said.

"Maybe." He replied.

"It's either a yes or no answer." I said.

"Yes." He rolled his eyes.

"Wanna tell me who it is?" I questioned.

"No." He said.

"Ok then." I replied.

"How about we do something else now?" Gene suggested clearly bored of all this nonsense.

"Sure. Why not?" I said.

"What should we do though?" Sasha asked.

"I don't know. Tell scary stories." Zenix replied. Gene smirked as Me and Sasha gave Zenix a glare which made him feel like we were gonna rip him apart any second. Pastel just stared at us. Probably thinking what a bunch of idiots. Or not. You never know what goes on in someone's head. Like, in my head, it's even messier than my room at some days.

Few more hours left.

~anileve864

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