Title: Truth or Dare
Author: x3MisfitxToyx3
Characters: The characters of BTR, & YOU!
Rating: 'T' (Maybe I should've decided on 'M'? Haha? We'll just have to wait & see...
Setting: The boys' room in the Palmwoods hotel for the most part
Warning(s): Sexual humor and some pretty out-there dares and revealing truths… All the good stuff ;)
Disclaimer: Um, I guess you kind of already know that I don't own the boys of BTR & I'm pretty sure that I don't own you as a character? Haha. Just put your name in the empty spaces :P
Author's Note: My best friend suggested I write something like this when we were playing "adult" truth or dare on her itouch, so I decided to make it with the BTR guys & for you to be able to put yourself in it ;) It's more fun that way.
Mood: Hungry
Listening to: Alice by Avril Lavigne
"Oh, just get out of my sight! OBVIOUSLY, you cannot comprehend simple dance steps and you have the," Manager and producer, Gustavo Rocque got up in the face of each the four boys with each word, "ATTENTION. SPAN. OF. A."
Realizing he has forgotten a word, Gustavo looks around and then just bursts in front of all of them, waving his arms and yelling, "FISH!"
Carlos raises a hand like he is in grade school. "I thought we were dogs?"
"I thought we were monkeys." Kendall adds.
Logan looks confused. "Didn't he call us monkey-dogs a while ago?"
James turns to the three of them and holds out his hands, ready to explain. "No, no. You see, he-"
"ENOUGH." Gustavo yells. The boys all stop and James jumps about ten feet in the air. Kelly stands there, not quite knowing what to do, and Gustavo groans and turns to leave the room. With a small wave of his hand over his shoulder he says, "You four are done for the day! And don't come in until noon tomorrow!" As he walks out the door, he quietly adds, "Because I can only handle so much of this at a time!"
Kelly gives them a look before groaning and following her boss. "Now what?" Logan asks, looking up at the clock, "We've never had this much time off to do nothing before."
They all think and are waiting for an idea to strike one of them when Kendall calls out, "I've got it!"
"Well out with it, man!" James yells, grabbing onto his shoulders and shaking him violently. He slowly pries his friend off of him and says, "Let's get some people together and have a party."
"Party?" Carlos perks up, "Like, what kind of party?"
"I don't know, how about…" he thinks for a moment, an almost sinister look on his face.
"Yes, yes?" James urges him on. Apparently he's not one for waiting.
"A co-ed sleepover?" When he says this, Logan, Carlos and James all find themselves with jaws dropped and at a loss of words. "A co-ed sleep- sleepover?" James looks horrified.
"Is this supposed to be some cruel blow to our self-esteems?" Logan asks, "What girls do we know that would want to come to our co-ed sleepover?"
"If we even have one." Carlos adds, raising a finger and proving that he is not exactly keen on the idea. Kendall ponders this for a moment before saying, "Well I know Camille would want to come."
Logan winces but no one says anything. "And then there's Jo. And the new girl who just came here a week ago."
"Who's that?" James asks.
"She's a singer. Gustavo's having her record some demos and I'm pretty sure she can play guitar too. I mean, she seems nice enough. Even thought none of us have actually got enough guts to go up and talk to her."
Kendall shoots Logan and Carlos a glare, knowing their the ones who spend the most time by the pool. "Dude," Carlos says, "She's hot. And I don't want to get shoved in a pool for the ninth time this week, thank you very much."
"Does watching her from the other side of the pool count?" Logan asks shyly.
"Sorry, no." Kendall says, "Isn't her name __________?"
"YES." The three others all call out a little too quickly, only confirming Kendall's suspicions that they've all been 'admiring her from afar'. They all sigh, enveloped in their day dreams.
"So it'll be the four of us, Camille, Jo, and __________?"
"Huh? Yeah." Logan says, being the first to snap out of it, "I guess I'll go get Camille… seeing as how she wouldn't turn me down." he groans a bit, "And James can com-" He stops and looks at James, who is still smiling and looking up aimlessly into space.
"James?"
"…"
"… James?"
"I bet she smells nice…"
"JAMES. FOCUS."
"HUH!? Wha-"
"James, you're going with Logan to get Camille. Carlos, you can go get Jo, and I'll go and find __________ since you three will probably drool all over her you even ask her about tonight." Carlos slams a hand down on his helmet with determination.
They all make faces but agree, walking out the door with their minds set on each of their guests.
----------------------------- I decided that this was too short to make one chapter & the other part of this story, before the actual game of truth or dare begins, would make a dumb second chapter so I just kind of combined them -----------------------------
"Hey there, __________." a male voice says to you.
"Uh, hi?" you respond, almost laughing. You have no clue who this is.
"I'm Kendall." he holds out a hand and you smile. He's good-looking.
"I'm __________." you say, "But… you already knew that?"
He smiles. "Let's just say, my friends already told me all about who you are, as creepy as that might sound." You raise an eyebrow and a smirk makes its way across your face.
"Oooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhh," you laugh, "Then your friends must be the three boys who are always starring at me from across the pool…"
He grins like he has just won gold at the Olympics. "Man, are they're gunna' be bummed when they find out you knew the whole time."
You laugh and sit up on the lawn chair, putting the book you were reading down on the table beside you. He catches a glimpse of the title and his face looks surprised.
"What?" you ask, looking around for what he could be starring at, "Oh, the book. You like, um, Nicholas Sparks?" You pick your old copy of 'The Wedding' that you've read at least eight times back up and then look back to Kendall.
"No, uh, I mean, it's just… a book." he says, a little shocked.
"Yes? And you're a boy. And that's a pool. And if you want to get even more in depth we can talk about how that's air you're breathing."
He snaps out of whatever trance he's in and looks back to you. "Uh, no, sorry," you can tell he's looking for a way out of his last remark, "It's just, it's not a magazine. Most Palmwoods girls read magazines. I've never seen someone around here with an actual book."
You don't think you should be offended by that but you are a little miffed for some reason. "So, lemme get this straight, just because I'm a female singer here at Palmwoods, that means I'm supposed to be some ditsy girl who drinks iced coffees all day by the pool in her tiny bikini, where my biggest concern is what color I should get for my next manicure?"
He blinks. "…Is it?"
"NO." You say, plopping your book back on the table, "It's not."
"I didn't mean to make you mad," he says apologetically, "I was just trying to point out that you don't seem like most of the girls here." You shrug, not knowing what to say right away.
"Sorry I freaked out on you. To be honest, I thought you were just going to be like most of the guys here too: Some kind of egomaniac who's biggest obsession is with their hair." You can tell he is thinking of someone specific and laughs to himself. "It's fine, don't worry about it, __________." He looks at you a little bit longer when he talks to you then he did before.
You smile and kind of tilt your head to the side. "And in saying that I'm not like most girls, I guess that proves you're not like most of the boys here."
"Cool, so you wanna' come to my apartment tonight?"
You stop and both brows raise as far as they will go. "Did you seriously just ask that?" you say aloud.
"Whoa, whoa! Wait! I didn't mean it like that! I just meant-" Kendall starts, holding his hands up in front of him just incase you decided you to slap him or something, "You see- Wow, no. See- I didn't mean-"
You jump off the pool chair, holding up your hands up as well. "Okay, lemme just stop you there!" you say, "Way to prove me wrong just as soon as you change my mind! You sure do say the wrong thing a lot, huh?"
Kendall groans and you can see he's having a difficult enough time as it is with this. "Listen, I didn't mean it like that, alright? My friends and I-"
"Oh! So your creepy friends wanna' get in on the action? Well SORRY, but I'm not that kind of girl."
You pick up your things and start to leave when he stands in front of you, blocking your path back to your room.
"Move." you say, trying to be as demanding as possible for a teenage girl.
"Just gimme five seconds." he begs.
"You have three."
Deciding it's not worth the argument, he draws in huge breath and starts to talk really fast, saying, "Okay, so my friends, the ones who're creepy but don't mean to be, yeah, well, our manager, actually your manager too, Gustavo, he manages our band, Big Time Rush, he gave us some time off we'll call it, and the four of us wanted to have a party tonight and we wanted to ask you since you were new and they all thought we were hot and I thought this would a be a helluva lot easier to ask you but then I saw the book and I thought 'well hey, she's not just some girl' so then I started saying the wrong things because I got nervous and now you probably think I'm just one of those egomaniacs with the hair obsession, well, that's not me, it might be my friend, James, but it's not me, and now I see what they were talking about when they said you were good-looking, wow, I mean, wow, but I'm sure there's more to you that than, and-"
You hold up a hand, silencing him. "That was four seconds."
He lets out a heavy sigh. "So what do you say? You want to go? It's kind of like a co-ed sleepover kind of thing so it'd be overnight, if that's alright."
"Yeah…" you hesitate, "But you don't really, well, they just want me to go because of looks, which is a nice compliment and all, but-"
This time, he's the one who silences you with a hand. "Well, I want you to go. Not just because of your looks, but because you seem like a really nice girl who can be fun to be around and has an… interesting sense of humor."
You smirk. "I'll take the 'interesting sense of humor' thing as a compliment." You're kind of in shock; no one's ever really said anything like that to you before… It's nice.
"So… is that a yes?" he asks, "You're killing me here, __________."
You laugh. "Sure." you reply, "What time should I be there?"
He does a half-smile and starts to talk when there's shouting behind the both of you.
"I CANNOT BELIEVE YOU WANT ME TO JUST COME OVER AND SPEND THE NIGHT WITH YOU, AFTER YOU CHEATED ON ME WITH MY BEST FRIEND, AND RIGHT AFTER MY DOG GOT HIT BY THE OSCAR MEYER WIENER TRUCK HE WAS CHASING!"
You both watch as a dramatic scene unfolds in front the hotel doors. A boy gets slapped by a girl in purple sequins. "Oh, but I'd love to go!" she says, switching moods like someone has flipped a switch and wrapping her arms around the boy's neck. He reaches both arms out towards his friend for help, but he only backs away shaking his head with his hands up.
"Camille." Kendall says, you and him both looking in that direction.
"I've… met her. She's quite the… actress?"
"Logan and James…"
"Ah, creepy boys three and one."
Kendall laughs and turns back to you. "Our apartment at 7:30 tonight. It's gunna' be me, the three guys, you, Camille apparently, and Jo."
You smile. "Sounds like a party to me."
I have so much in store for this story; there's so much I can do with it! Bwahahaha! Haha! I just ate chicken pot pie. It was awesome. But now I'm full. Hrm.
Suggestions? Questions? Comments? Predictions? Concerns? Review; your opinion matters.
~Haley