I'm back from Didney Wurld!! Here's a chappy 4 u
Laurance
On every special holiday,
Or if we just want to have fun,
Do you know what we have?
A sleepover.
And do you know what we do in every sleepover?
That's right.
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Huehue you like that time skip sign? It took me FOREVER to come up with! (It didn't.) I'll use it in the filler chapters.
As we walked out of the A-con building, my feet steadily pattering on the asphalt parking lot, I looked up into the firey sky of the late afternoon. It was around seven, and the red sun was slowly retreating to the silvery glow of the moon.
"So what do you want to do now?" Garroth asked me, taking my attention away from the sky.
"Easy. A sleepover."
His face changed into a cringe, and then chuckled.
"Oh no, you know what happens at sleepovers!!"
Smiling, I tutted him; "Tut tut Garroth, what we're doing always has a nice twist in it, so let's see what will happen today."
He looked worried. "Alright."
"Why, ya chicken?"
"N-no."
"You stuttered."
"Shut up!!"
"Bak-bak-bak!! Garroth's chicken!! He doesn't wanna be dared!!"
He punched me playfully. "Laurance, just know, if I have to dare you, it will be the worst dare of your life. Gauranteed." And he continued muttering about his plans for tonight.
Pssh, this is Garroth we're talking about. What kind of lame trick does he have up his sleeve this time?
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"Oi Lauraance! It's time for everyone's favorite sleepover tradition..." Dante called out.
Everyone groaned.
And they all harmonized as they said the traditional game, saying three words.
"Spin the bottle."
Ahhhhhhhhh. The best game to play at our sleepovers.
Wait, I feel like we've had this conversation before....
Anyway, I loosened up my arms and legs and took a deep breath. To be honest, I was just a bit nervous about what Garroth would dare me. I mean, he sounded damn serious when he said he has the worst dare in stock for me.
I'M T-TOTALLY NOT SCARED THOUGH HAH HAH...
But what could it be?
Not a kiss with him.
A kiss with someone else maybe?
Someone that really gets on my nerves, like...
Oh no. He will NOT dare me to kiss someone like AARON.
As I wondered more and more about the dare, I recalled something from our last sleepover.
Okay so, if you two love each other,
LAURANCE, I DARE YOU TO KISS GARROTH!!"
Oh no.
Oh no.
Oh no.
I knew something like this was gonna happen.
I could feel the blood creeping up my face.
"WAT!?!?!?" Garroth screamed.
Very interesting turn of events.
I chuckled. The last time, Garroth told everyone we were sailing high and Katelyn dared us to kiss, which turned out fine.
"Laurance??" Dante called, with a bit of a worried expression.
I snapped out of my flasbback.
"Hm?"
"Are you ready? You kinda zoned out..."
"Oh, sorry. Yeah I'm ready."
Garroth leaned near me and whispered into my ear. "What were you thinking about?"
"The last time." I responded, smiling to myself.
"Happy Birthday Laurance. Go first." Katelyn urged.
I kept my smile.
"I choose Garroth to go first."
The worst dare of my life? Bring it.
Garroth snickered. "You're making a bad decision."
"Just shut up and go."
He placed his hands on the empty wine bottle and spun.
It whirled.
And spun.
And landed on Zane.
Hah. He can't dare me if it landed on Zane.
"Birthday boy, can I bend the rules a bit?" Garroth asked before he dared one-eye.
Ahhh. I see. Wanna dare more than one person? Good one.
"Tch. Go ahead. You want to dare more than one person, don't you? Me and Zane?"
"Close." Was all he said, before he continued.
"Zane, Laurance,"
See?
"...and Katelyn."
Huh?
"I dare the three of you..."
The THREE of us?
"To sing together."
"WHAAAAAAAATT!?" We all shrieked in unison.
"You see? You're perfectly coordinated!" Garroth mused.
I felt really annoyed.
"Why specifically us? It's so random!"
"Well, a little red bird told me *cough cough* Youtube *cough cough* That you three can sing quite well.
And that is how I recieved the worst dare of my life.
I cut this chapter short because it's really late and I'm tired. Also, I'm serious. Go check out how Sebastian, Kestin, and Lizzy sing! They do it beautifully.