Because I had skipped a grade and didn't really have any friends in my grade (went from first grade to second grade after my first science class), I usually hung out with Kaito's friends. Sure, they were three years older than me (with the exception of Kaito-he was two years older than me as he had also skipped a grade), but we got along fine.

On my twelfth birthday, Kaito and his friends decided to throw a birthday party for me in Kaito's house. They were done with their mid-terms exams, it was May, the month of spring, the weather was wonderful-but we decided to have a sleepover party.

Because, well. I don't know. Apparently the girls in their high school had sleepover parties all the time, and they wanted to know how it felt like to have one.

At least that was what Eric had told me. Honestly, to me, it looked like they'd done it at least a few times before.

We stayed up until 3 in the morning marathoning every episode of CSI and some of The Simpsons while munching down brownies and cookie dough ice cream. Because Kaito loved the Simpsons. But then Blaise got bored of it and turned it off, only to switch it to the Prince Caspian movie. I remember falling asleep in the middle of watching the Aslan talk to Caspian. I think.

The next morning, I woke up with a headache and a stomachache and Kaito using me as a pillow.

I yelled some unintelligible gibberish and pushed Kaito off me. Apparently somebody had had the heart to move me to the bed, for I had fallen asleep in the mattresses in front of the T.V.

Kaito woke up, screaming and swearing at the same time and holding on to his ankle; "My ankle! You son of a-" He had to stop because Ms. Kuroba had come running up the stairs to see what was wrong.

It was six in the morning and I felt really bad for her. And also for Kaito. Of course I felt bad for Kaito. "He twisted his ankle," Ms. Kuroba told me, "nothing to worry about. He'll get better in a few days."

"Weeks," Kaito reminded her.

"Yeah, well, a week," Ms. Kuroba retorted. "That's a few days."

Kaito's face fell. "Which means no soccer for a few days. That sucks." He turned to me and made a face at me. "I actually think I might feel better if I made Shinichi one-legged." Ms. Kuroba hit him on the head. "I'm serious!" Kaito said.

"I'm sorry," I repeated for the millionth time, "but you were using me as a pillow. Anyone was to be freaked out."

"Kaito has bad sleeping habits," Blaise peeped in. "He sleepwalks, which is probably why he ended up using you as a pillow." Blaise's curly white-blonde hair was like a bird's nest; there had been a time when I had considered styling my hair like Blaise's. Maybe not.

"As a matter of fact, I saw him sleepwalking," Toshiya said, laughing. "He walked over to my bag around four and started tossing my clothes out of it, then walked over and did the same thing to Eric's bag until he found what he wanted. A can of Pringles."

I snickered and looked sideways to see Kaito's reaction. He was blushing a shade of dark red. Kaito Kuroba was blushing. Something-a thought-of Kaito looking kinda cute had passed through my head, but I dismissed it quickly. "Stop it already," Kaito mumbled.

Toshiya apparently did not want to. "And after eating, like, what, three? Pringles, he walked over to you and carried you to the bed," he coughed at this point and smiled wickedly, "bridal style."

Laughter broke out around me, but I couldn't laugh. I closed my eyes and buried myself into the covers.

"And then he cuddled you like a teddy bear and used your stomach as a pillow," Toshiya said and shrugged. "I should have taken a video," he added as an afterthought.

"Should have posted it on Facebook," Eric said teasingly. "Hashtag: KaitoAndHisBride."

"I said, stop it already!" Kaito yelled. I peeked out of the covers to see Kaito covering his face with his hands. Ms. Kuroba was also covering her face beside him, but for different reasons. She looked like she was about to die from laughter.

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"Spin da bottle truth or dare version!" Blaise exclaimed, holding up the empty plastic bottle of chia seed raspberry juice we had drank in the morning like the Olympic flame. "Because we're, obviously, all boys, so the original spin the bottle game would be… awkward," he added. "We'll start from me, go around the circle in the order of Shinichi, Toshiya, Eric, then end with Kaito."

Eric rolled his eyes. "You just had to start with yourself."

Blaise ignored Eric and spun the bottle. It landed on me.

"Well, then, Shinichi," Blaise said, rubbing his hands, "Truth or dare?"

"Truth, obviously," I said without thinking. I had played this game in camp before-the dares the kids in my grade could come up with were sorta scary. I used to wonder how they could think of such dares; if they used their brains during math class as much as they did during these games, I was sure they'd get everything right. I picked up a brownie from the plate Ms. Kuroba had left for us while the others gathered about and discussed about what to ask me.

Finally, they came back and sat in the circle.

"Shinichi," Toshiya said, "can you describe your ideal type?"

Ideal type? I had never thought of anything like that. I decided to say anything that came to my mind. "Well, she would have to be Japanese," I said, "I mean, my parents wouldn't let me date anyone that's not Japanese."

"We asked for your ideal type," Kaito huffed.

"Anyways," I continued on, ignoring the messy-haired bastard, "indigo-eyed, maybe? I've always liked indigo eyes. She doesn't have to be pretty, but she would have to be kind," I said.

Eric seemed to think for a while after hearing my description. "Aren't Ran Mouri's eyes indigo? She's also Japanese," Eric said, poking Kaito on the shoulder.

Kaito brushed Eric's hand off and made a face at him. "Dude, Ran Mouri's eyes are purple, and she's three years older than Shinichi."

I shrugged at Kaito's comment. "I prefer older over younger."

The other three oooed at my remark. "We should introduce Mouri and Shinichi to each other. Wouldn't they make a cute couple?" Blaise said, elbowing me.

"I don't know who that is," I replied. I had heard of her before, of course. Ran Mouri had been famous back in my elementary school days; she was often praised by the boys in my grade for looking like a goddess. But I had never seen her in person, nor talked to her.

"She's the stupidest, most obnoxious person I've ever met," Kaito remarked, glaring at Blaise.

"Everybody must seem stupid for you, genius boy," Blaise shot back. "'I'm living in a tank of goldfish, somebody help me,'" Blaise said dramatically after messing his hair up like Kaito's. I couldn't help but laugh. "You're the same, genius boy number two. You think you live in a tank of goldfish too, right?" I made a you don't say face at him.

"He's probably just jealous," Toshiya said teasingly, "because we're trying to get Ran Mouri and his bride together." I felt my face flush while Kaito facepalmed himself. "To think about it, aren't Kaito's eyes also indigo? He's also Japanese, and older than Shinichi."

"Stop right there or I'll smash this tray over your head," Kaito threatened before I could open my mouth and say something to defend myself.

"Whoa, man, calm down," Toshiya said, fixing his glasses. "We should spin the bottle again," he suggested.

"Yeah! Yip yip! Go!" Blaise shouted as I moved closer to the bottle to spin it. It spun for quite a while before it seemed to land on Eric, but then landed on, well, Kaito.

"Dare," Kaito said, picking at his nose. "I absolutely hate getting asked questions."

I reached over and slapped Kaito's hand away from his nose. "Quit it, it's dirty," I murmured.

Kaito raised his hands over his head. "Oops. Sorry," he said, then moved over to wipe his hands with a wet wipe.

"We have come up with your dare, Kaito Kuroba!" Blaise shouted, raising his hand.

I turned around and scowled at Blaise. "What?! I was supposed to be part of the conversation!" I protested.

Blaise stuck his tongue out at me. How dare he. "Well, too bad, you're late, Shinichi."

"And the dare is…," Eric made several percussion sounds with his mouth, "Kaito, kiss your bride!"

"Oh my god," I swore. "You."

"I ain't doin' this," Kaito said, rolling over on the mattress and pulling the covers over himself. I had a sudden urge to do the same thing.

"But if you're a man, you should," Toshiya said. "Come on, Kaito, be a man."

"You must be swift as a coursing river!" the other two guys chorused.

"Yeah! Be a man!"

"With all the force of a great typhoon!"

"Because 'being a man' has everything to do with kissing your childhood friend," I retorted sarcastically.

"BE A MAN," Toshiya demanded.

"WITH ALL THE STRENGTH OF A RAGING FIRE!" The other two yelled back.

"Mysterious as the dark side of the MOON!" Toshiya's voice cracked at the last part. I covered my ears and shook my head. That guy was a worse singer than me, which was saying something.

"Will you shut up for once?" Kaito finally yelled, emerging from his blankets. "Fine, I'll do it!"

My eyes widened. Seriously? I, for one, would rather endure five minutes of tickling over kissing your best friend. "Ka...Kaito…," I stammered, inching away from Kaito.

"I'm really ticklish." Was all Kaito said as he got closer to me. I had to push down the urge to kick him on the face and kept moving backwards. Don't get close to me. Don't get close to me. Then something hit my back. Stupid wall. "We don't have to actually kiss each other. Since they're all sitting on the left side of us, we can just tilt our faces in a certain angle without actually touching each other to make it seem like we're kissing," Kaito whispered into my ear. I nodded to show that I had understood. Kaito's face got closer to mine, and I closed my eyes tightly-

"Shinichi-kun! Your mother is here!" Ms. Kuroba yelled, slamming the door open.

Then she saw us. She seemed shocked. I was shocked. Kaito was shocked. Mortified, I scurried away from Kaito and grabbed at my bag. "Bye, Ms. Kuroba! Bye!" I quickly waved my hand at the other three boys sitting on one corner of the room, dumbfounded, and ran out the house into my mom's car.

My mom later told me that I had forgotten to change into actual clothes and had gotten into the car topless with only my boxers on.


A/N: I think I may have relied a too much on dialogue after the first part^^; I also think too I may have used too many extra characters... ㅠㅠ