[Pineappled]

As I woke up next morning I instantly remembered everything that had happened the night before. “Stan’s gonna text me when he wakes up.” I remembered, and reached for my phone.

*1 new message*

I looked at the time, 9:00 AM, he sent the message at 7:30. The message read: “Txt me when u wake up”

I replied simply with, “Up.”

>”When you want to meet up?”
>>”Now? I guess.”
>”Perfect. Want to meet at your house? My mom is home.”
>>”Let me check.”

I walk downstairs to see an empty kitchen. I look for my parents but no one is around. I call my mom. She informs me that she won’t be home till about 12.

I send a text to Stan. “Mom is gone till 12. Open house.”

>>”Awesome. I’ll come now.”

About five minutes later Stan knocks at my door. I let him in and before he is all the way in the house, “Truth or Dare?” He asks.

“Truth.” I reply.

Stan starts rummaging through a backpack he brought over. “How was your walk home last night? Anyone see you?”

“It was easy. No one was outside and no cars. Just in case I stayed in the shadows. When I came home everyone was asleep.” As I concluded Stan seemed mildly disappointed. He grabbed my clothes out of his backpack as we both went to my room and sat down on the floor. It was far enough away from the front door that if anyone did come home unexpectedly we had time to prepare. “Your turn. Truth or Dare?”

“Dare!”

He was leaning in, he was ready. I just knew that he wanted me to step up the dare from last night. “Hmm, lets see…” I said. I waited for a few moments before coming up with a strategy. “I can’t think of anything!” I said. I knew his response would dictate the way he wanted the game to go.

“Just step it up from last dare!” He responded.

That was obvious, but I needed more. Just how far did he want to go. I didn’t want to go too far, but at the same time I wanted to keep playing. “I dare you too…. uhh…. “ He seemed to be getting impatient. I needed to give something. “...wear the clothes that I did last night!” I thought this would be decent enough.

Judging by his facial response, I appear to have confused him. “...allllriiightt.” I thought I actually gave him something he would want to do, but I guess I missed the mark.

He stripped down in front of me. Taking off his shirt and pants with no hesitation. Standing in his boxers he motioned for me to hand him my clothes. I passed them to him and he put on the shirt and then the pants. “Truth or dare?” he asked.

I didn’t want to risk saying truth. He looked anxious and I was curious how he wanted to accelerate the game. “Dare.”