Fame Crazy (Sequel to Strings Attached)

Chapter 37

"We have a solution," Samandriel announces. "Since we know you won't leave us alone, we decided that one of us would get to ask you 'truth or dare?' and you don't get to ask anyone else because then the other one of us continues the game."

Lucifer grins. "I have read and agreed to these terms and conditions."

If he was expecting some type of magical kiss where they both realize their true feeling for each other, he would be disappointed, because it lasts approximately half a second before they both return to their spots as quickly as humanly possible.

"Lucifer, truth or dare?" Samandriel asks.

"So you guys obviously have something planned, and I don't know how to avoid it," Lucifer says. "Um... Screw it. Truth?"

Samandriel grins, and it's clear that's what he wanted. "Do you like Claire?"

Glancing at the girl, whose interest was piqued at the question, Lucifer replies cautiously, "I think Claire is a very fun person to spend time with."

"No, do you like like her?" Samandriel clarifies, though his meaning was obvious the first time.

"You already asked me a question," Lucifer reminds him. "Gotta wait 'til your next one."

"Lucifer, truth or dare?" Adam asks, a slight smirk on his face.

"Fuck," he mutters under his breath. "Dare. Bring it on."

Adam looks at Dean helplessly, his plan foiled. Dean rolls his eyes and gestures to himself, and Adam nods before saying, "I dare you to do whatever Dean's dare is."

"Fine," Lucifer replies. "But you can't dare someone to answer a question because that's cheating."

"Come on, Luce, you know I'm better than that," Dean replies.

"Okay, I don't know if I should be scared or interested," Lucifer replies.

"I dare you to give Claire a hug if you like her as a friend or a kiss if you like her as more than a friend."

Lucifer just stares at him for a moment. Finally, he says, "Bruh, how did you think of that so fast?"

"This is far from my first game of truth or dare," Dean replies. "You pick things up. Now go. You have a dare to do."

Lucifer rolls his eyes and crawls over to Claire. She just watches him, waiting to see what he'll do. He pulls her into a hug, which she returns awkwardly because hugging people is hard when one person is sitting and the other is kneeling but whatever. They make it work anyway. Just before he pulls away, Lucifer presses a kiss to her cheek, so brief it's hard to know whether it really happened or not. Lucifer quickly returns to his spot in the circle.

"Did you just —" Claire begins, but Lucifer cuts her off.

"Samandriel, truth or dare?" he asks quickly.

Samandriel glances at Claire, who still seems to be about to say something, before replying, "Truth."

"Are you gay?" Lucifer asks.

"Nope. Claire, truth or dare?" He mouths "dare" at her afterwards, earning a confused look from everyone else in the circle, herself included.
"Dare," she replies hesitantly.

"I dare you to ask Lucifer a question that he has to answer seriously."

"Okay, that's not fair," Lucifer whines.

"Too bad," Samandriel replies. "You wanna ship me and Adam, we're gonna ship you and Claire."

Lucifer just glares at him. It's not a death stare, but it's pretty damn close.

"So, I've just gotta get this straight," Claire says. "You like me? As more than a friend?"

Without looking at her, Lucifer replies, "Yes. I shouldn't, but yes. And I know you've got your eye on — on someone else, and we both know that's never gonna happen either, so just put this into that type of situation. You don't have to try to let me down easy because I'm not asking you out. 'Kay, your turn."

Not satisfied yet, she asks, "Lucifer, truth or dare?"

"This game's rigged," Lucifer announces, standing up. "I'm out."

Ignoring his friends and siblings calling after him, he walks out of the room. Everyone lapses into silence until they hear the front door open and close, and there's a collective group sigh.

"Someone should go after him," Michael says finally.

"Why don't you?" Claire asks.
"Because I'm bad at social interactions. What's your excuse?"

"I'm bad at being nice."

"Oh. Yeah, you can't go," Michael replies. "Gabriel, you're good at being social."

"I don't like drama," he replies.

"What are you talking about?" Samandriel asks. "You love drama."

"Well, yeah, but not if —"

"You guys suck at being friends,"
Castiel announces, standing up. "I'll go find him. You guys stay here and reflect on how you're all horrible people. 'Kay? Good."