Olivia and I are playing truth or dare in her basement. Her dad was at work, but her mom was here, and she greeted me like I had known her for years. When in reality, I had just met Olivia two months ago. I suppose it did feel like longer, though. We had clicked right away.
"Truth or dare?" she asks, fire in her eyes.
So far, I had only chose truth. I didn't want to choose dare, but I figured I was killing the buzz."Dare."
She grinned. "I dare you to steal a piece of toilet paper from my moms bathroom," she giggles.
I roll my eyes. But I wasn't going to chicken out. It was a dumb dare. I quietly hopped up the stairs and into the mudroom(which was very nice, by the way, the whole house was) and heard the television in the living room. I went up the stairs to the second floor and looked into each room I passed. I see a room at the end of the hall with a huge bed and looked like it was actually being lived in. This had to be it.
I tip-toe in and see a door to my right. I open it, and it's the bathroom. I walk in and see the toilet paper. It's nice toilet paper. I didn't even know there was such a thing, but this toilet paper is NICE. It has a quilt pattern on it and it's sooo thick and soft.
I rip a piece off and run out of the bathroom.
"Oh. Hello, there."