Dave sat in his best friend's room on the bed, watching a terrible movie as his aforementioned best friend, John, retrieved some snacks from the kitchen.

DAVE==Tell egderp you love him.

No. HELL NO.

At least not yet. You gotta do this when the timing is just right. And right now, it's not. You would know.

John came back with some aj juice boxes and chips. "you better feel lucky I found these. I thought we were all out. And I risked my ass out there with my dad. Stupid new recipe he wanted me to taste."

"so did you eat it?"

"hell no. I already ate a cookie earlier and he put peanuts in the cake. Talk about gross." the young raven haired boy sat next to you, handing you an apple juice box and putting the bag of chips in between the two of you.

"ew, seriously?"

"yeah. but anyway, why didn't you pause the movie? I liked that part." he frowned over at you, a puppy dog expression on his face.

"because then i'd have to wait just to watch this garbage. And you act like you haven't seen ghost dad a million times."

"it's still a good movie." he grabbed the remote. Only to have it taken away again by you.

"I am not sitting here and watching half an hour of this shit again" at this point, neither of you were paying attention to the television screen.

"it's not for you to watch, i want to see it again" john reached for the remote in your hand as you pulled your arm back. "Dave!" he seemed to be loosing his patience as he fell on top of you on the bed, now so close you could feel his breath...which smelled of chocolate chips. You thought he blushed a moment before he reached toward your hand again, trying to gain the privilege of having his remote. You smirked.

"dude, your not gonna get this thing" you teasingly shook the remote a little. Egbert was a short person compared to you, so getting the remote would take a while.

"this is so not cool of you." he got off of you and frowned, crossing his arms. "not even in an ironic way."

"trust me, this is ironic. you don't even understand how ironic this is. it's so ironic, irony doesn't understand how it works anymore. dude-"

"dave, ok. it's ironic."

And that was when it hit you. You just had the perfect opportunity to flirt with egbert or better yet, get into a really mushy moment and confess to him. Damn, that moment's gone.

DAVE==Create another cliche movie like moment to confess to john in.

You were already on it.

"hey john, you wanna play a game?"

"no" he was still upset over the remote.

you sighed."fine. if you play truth or dare with me, i'll give you the remote."

"why truth or dare?"

you shrugged. "just 'cuz i feel like it."

"fine." he faced you and sat criss-crossed.

"great. truth or dare?"

"i don't know...truth"

"alright. did you pee in those juice boxes?"

"what? no. that's howie mandel's job."

"yeah, whatever" you began drinking the juice box that john brought you.

"okay. truth or dare?"

"dare."

"i dare you to take off your shades"

this statement threw you off a little, but you didn't show it. you didn't think your shades were that big of a deal to john. especially since he gave them to you. however, you complied, taking off the aviators, the room becoming much brighter.

"dude, it is way to bright in here" you closed your eyes before john could see them.

he sighed. "fine." he got up and turned off the main light, turning on a lamp he had nearby.

you opened your eyes. "thank you"