[question for readers: what color is your hair?
my answer: originally black, but over the summer it gets brown, but I dyed it an orangish brown]
Part One
A Few Years Ago.
His P.O.V.
[Roman]: I got sick to my stomach when they told me the dare.
"Why me?" I asked.
There's nothing wrong with Y/N, it's just that I don't like her like that. She's not really my type.
"It's a dare. Just do it!" Seth snickered.
"Ugh, fine," I groaned.
"This is gonna be gold," Dean smirked.
I got up and left the locker room, on my way to find Y/N.
[Dean]: "I don't really like her like that," I shook my head.
"It's not real. It's just a dare," Roman shrugged.
"But she might really like me. I'm not gonna risk our friendship," I declined the dare.
"If you don't do it, you have to be my bitch for three months," Seth told me.
"Yeah, no thanks," I said.
I got up and went to call Y/N.
[Seth]: "No way! That's gross!" I fake barfed.
"What's wrong with Y/N?" Dean asked.
"She's just her."
Roman chuckled and shook his head, "you're a pussy willow."
"Am not," I argued.
"Then ask her out," Dean eyed me.
"Fine," I pulled my phone out, "but only real pussy willow's know what pussy willows are."