A/N: I'm back again. Don't you all hate me? Haha. Anyway, if you're on the Rooney boards: Isn't that whole screen name band member thing hilarious? Hahaha!  Thank you for all the reviews I got for the other story, and if anyone was wondering, I had a very nice birthday. I made £100 in birthday money so I'm going for a huge shopping trip tomorrow. Woo! Anyway, here it is: The Dare. Please Read and Review, Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own it, I never will so stop reminding me!

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Lilly Moscovitz was mad. No, she was beyond mad. She was fuming. How could two people be so incredibly thick? Honestly! She had tried almost everything humanely possible to get her best friend and her own brother together, but none of it had worked. Yet, anyway. For there was one thing she had not tried yet.

"Michael?" Lilly asked sweetly, poking her head 'round his bedroom door.

"No." He said sharply, without even looking up from the book his eyes were currently fixed on.

"But you don't even know what I was going to say!" She moaned, sounding more like a five year old than the fourteen year old she was meant to be.

"Yeah and I don't want to find out either. Get out." He snapped. It was pretty obvious that something – or someone – had put him in one hell of a bad mood. Which might be good for Lilly.

"Oh but I think you'll like this one …" she trailed off, smirking. He looked up, his intrest peaking.

"Go on …"

"Oh no. You told me to get out so I will. Later Michael!" She yelled at him whilst strolling out of his bedroom.

"Lilly – Lilly get back here!" He shouted after her, not particularly keen to drag himself off his bed and run after her.

Damn Lilly. She knew just how to get his attention all right. Bloody know-it-all sisters. Who'd have 'em? Not him, that's for sure.

He tried reading his book for a bit, but after reading the line "Welcome to the exciting world of Chemistry!" Sixty odd times, he knew revision was hopeless. So he allowed his mind to wander.

Unfortunately – or fortunately, depending on your point of view – it landed on the future leader of Genovia, Princess Amelia Renaldo herself. Or Mia, as she was known to her friends.

Now don't get me wrong – Michael liked the girl. The problem was … he liked her not only as a friend, but also as a potential life mate. The situation could be better. She was a princess, had a whacked out grandmother and a crazy cousin/designer who liked using her as a Barbie doll. Add that to the fact that the aforementioned girl was also the best friend of one Lillian Moscovitz and you have a small problem.

Ok it was more of a huge problem, but whatever.

This got his mind onto his dear little sister. What exactly did she think she could achieve by barging into his room and pretending to be all sweetness and light, anyway?

'Well, if she wanted my attention, she got it.' He thought dejectedly, climbing off his bed and jogging out of the room. As he neared Lilly's room, however, he felt a feeling of dread wash over him. This dread soon changed into pure horror as the sight in front of him.

Lilly Jane Moscovitz was dancing to a Britney Spears song.

"Eww." He voiced his disgust and Lilly stopped singing into her hairbrush.

"Ahh I was wondering how long it would take before you came to find me." She smirked again, apparently unfazed about being seen dancing to Britney Spears.

"Have you got brain damage? Britney-fucking-spears? What the hell?!" He spluttered.

"Oh don't get so high and mighty Mr I-listen-to-bob-the-builder." She shot back.

"Touché. Now, what's this thing you think I'll like?" He asked her.

"I thought you 'didn't want to find out'?!" She sneered.

"That was ten minutes ago."

"And?"

"It's in the past. Now tell me."

"Fine. How would you feel about a little dare …?"

"Lils, this is me we're talking about. I never turn down a dare. Tell me more …"

"Well, I know you've got a thing for Mia, and don't look at me like that. You've only got to listen to your incessant warbling and witness your moping everytime she leaves to figure that out." She said in response to Michael's shocked expression. Getting past the little bit of information he had just learned, he regained his composure and said

"Right. And?"

"Well, my dear stupid oaf of a brother, we're going to get you to tell Mia this." She said simply.

"No. Oh no. No way. There's a reason why I haven't told her already, you know."

"Ahh yes. Your idiotic fear of rejection. You do realize how much like Mia you are when it comes to that." She stated.

"Uh huh. I'm still not doing it." He muttered, determined.

"Michael James Moscovitz, I dare you to tell Mia you love her."

"Damn it, Lilly."

"If you don't tell her by this time next week, you have to go to school dressed in this humorous chicken outfit."

"What do I get if I pull it off?"

"Oh you'll get something. But you'll find that out if you pull it off, won't you."

"When I pull it off."

"Whatever. Deal?"

"Deal."

They shook hands and Michael left her room. This is where it all began.

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