The Dangerous Game of Truth or Dare

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Sorry for the delay and the shortness of the chapter. I'll try to make the next one amazing and lengthy, especially since it is **DRUM ROLL PLEASE** The!! Last!! One!!

But fear not my dear Tim and Rady fans!!! There will be a sequel, with a love... square? Yeah a square seems the best shape to describe it but it's more complicanted then it seems. Anyway, it'll be fun :) And if all goes well there will be many a fan war!

Tim’s POV

                “So are you excited?” My mom asks as we leave court house where we applied for my passport. It should be done in a week, which is when we’ll leave.

                “Yeah,” I say with as much enthusiasm as I can manage. I am excited to travel and to be with my mom again but I’m not excited to be leaving Rady, I’m even going to miss Shay which is still weird to me.

                “I know it’s going to be hard hunny, but it’s not like your never coming back, we’ll visit.”

                “I know.” Knowing doesn’t change anything though. I hate the thought of starting over but I know I have to go. As awesome as it would be to live with Rady until… whenever, but I can’t be that burden. “I really am excited to be going.”

                “Good. I’ve really missed you.”

                “I’ve missed you too Mom.”

                But then, before I could call it a good day, the god damn universe had to throw in some awful to even it out. “Hey Tim,” Greg says. This is really becoming a problem. It feels stalker-ish right?

                I turn around and try to keep the hatred off my face, if only for my mom. “Hi, Greg. What are you doing here?” We’re outside a court house, why do I have the strange feeling it’s for a restraining order?

                “Oh, my dad works here.” Sure.

                Actually he might, I could just be paranoid. “Okay, well I gotta go.” I start to walk away but he grabs my wrist and I can’t help but flinch. Thankfully he lets go.

                “Can we talk?”

                “I don’t really think…” I look over at my mom but she misinterprets my pleading eyes. Ugh.

                “It’s okay hunny, I’ll go get us some coffee and you can talk to your friend.”

                I really should not put my faith to help me escape in a woman who hasn’t seen me in so long but I would hope that she’d know the difference from a ‘get-me-the-hell-out-of-here’ glare and a ‘give-me-a-minute’ look.

                “What did you want?”

                “I wanted to say I’m sorry about last night. I was out of line. I just really like you.”

                I’m actually surprised he apologized and I kind of feel bad. Thinking back he didn’t do anything too bad the other night, just shocked me. I could have given him mixed signals by agreeing to go on what he considered a date. “Okay, yeah well I guess I’m sorry too, I just don’t like you like that.”

                “I get it. We’ll um, could we still be friends?”

                “I’m moving to Paris in about a week so…”