A/N: HI! Sorry, haven't updated this story for a while! I just got a new iPod Touch so I was downloading music. Like a LOT of music. So I've decided that there will be two chapters of this truth or dare stuff. And if you want, you can suggest dares. I'll give you the credit for it. Oh, and someone asked for Vikrina, but I'm really sorry I'm going to do Hope/Vikram! (Can someone come up with a cute couple name for them?)

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Juliette: *Bats eyelashes* Would you please do the disclaimer for me?

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Juliette: *Cries* All I ever wanted was for you to do the freaking disclaimer!

Natalie:* Looks alarmed* Okay, okay. Juliette Cahill does not own the 39 clues, so read the story already!

"Can I start?" Eisenhower asked, making it clear what he wanted the answer to be.

"Sure," said Hope while Arthur nodded.

"Okay!" said Eisenhower cheerfully. (SO OOC!) He leaned over, and spun the bottle. It landed on Vikram. "Truth or dare, Kabra?" he asked, flashing Vikram an evil smile.

Vikram looked slightly uncomfortable for a moment. He looked at Hope, who gave him a small smile. Isabel frowned. "I 'm a Kabra, and we don't fear anything, so dare I suppose." Said Vikram confidently.

Eisenhower grinned. "Okay! I dare you to walk up to one of those guys, and tell them that their hot." Eisenhower said, pointing at a bunch of boys in their late teens.

Vikram paled. He let out a deep breath. Then he got up, and strolled over to the back of the room. He cleared his throat. One of the boys looked at him. "You want something, kid?" asked the boy.

"Um, you're really-" Vikram cringed, "hot." He said the last word in a whisper. The boy's eyes widened, then he smiled.

"You know what, kid?" he said, leaning towards Vikram. "You're pretty attractive yourself!" The boy closed his eyes, and leaned in to kiss Vikram, who at that moment turned around and ran back to the group.

Eisenhower and Cora were back to back, laughing. Arthur was smiling, and Irina, Isabel, and Hope were giggling. (So not Irina! But whatever…) Vikram took his place in between Isabel and Hope, and scowled at everyone. "IT IS NOT FUNNY!" he yelled. He sounded so threatening that everybody immediately shut up.

"Alright, my turn." Vikram said coolly, brushing some invisible dust off his tie. He spun the bottle, and it landed on Cora. "Alright Cora, truth or dare?" asked Vikram, with a smirk.

Cora looked at her nails, as if she was bored. "Dare, I'm no chicken." She said. She looked at Vikram, and raised one eyebrow as if she was challenging him.

"I dare you to sit on Eisenhower's lap and kiss him for a full minute," Vikram sneered.

"WHAT!" Cora screamed. "You, like, can't expect me to sit on the lap of that, like, Neanderthal , let alone KISS HIM!" She cupped her left hand around her right one. "Besides," she pouted. "It'll, like, totally ruin my nails!"

"YOU THINK I'M HAPPY ABOUT THIS, JANUS?" he boomed. "I DON'T WANT YOUR FAT BUTT ON MY LAP!"

Cora gasped. "MY WHAT?"

"YOUR ENORMOUSLY GIANT FAT BUTT!" Eisenhower shouted, folding his arms across his chest.

Cora looked like she was going to kill Eisenhower, but Hope then whispered something in her ear. Cora calmed down. She quietly scrambled onto Eisenhower's lap. Eisenhower looked like someone had just thrown up on his lap.

Cora cupped her hand around Eisenhower's chin, and kissed him square on the lips. After thirty seconds, she pulled away, and quietly resumed her spot next to Arthur and Isabel.

Eisenhower looked slightly dazed. "You may be stupid, mean, and stuck-up, but you are a freakin' good kisser." He said.

Cora rolled her eyes, and the spun the bottle. It landed on Arthur. Cora looked at him. "So, um, Arthur, truth or dare?" she asked.

"Well, umm, truth." He said his eyes darting nervously form one Cahill to another.

Cora smiled. "Which of us girls would you like to marry , and what would you name your kids?" she asked him, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

Arthur first looked at Irina, then at Isabel, then at Cora, and finally rested on Hope. "Hope, I think." He said, locking eyes with her. Hope blushed, and Vikram clenched his jaw and fists.

"And I'd name our kids-"Arthur paused for a moment, "Amelia Trent for a girl, and Daniel Trent for a boy."

"I'd like to name our son Ian, actually." Hope said softly, blushing. Nobody heard her, except for Vikram, who silently noted the name down.

Arthur then bent down, and spun the bottle. It spun for a while, and finally landed on Irina. "Truth or dare?" Arthur asked her.

"I pick dare," Irina said, her head held up high.

"Okay, I dare you to run around the room, screaming PANCAKES AND MAPLE SYRUP ARE YUMMY!" Arthur said, with a chuckle.

Irina sniffed. "That does not sound at all dignified." She said stiffly.

"Yes, that's the point Irina," said Vikram, a smirk the size of Texas on his face. (Yes, I borrowed that from the fifth book. Yesterday I read the book four times, so it's stuck in my head.)

Irina got up, glared at them all, then ran around the room girlishly screaming what Arthur had told her too. Everyone in the room stared at her, until she stopped. Then they all went back to what they were doing. Irina stomped back to everyone. The other six teenagers were laughing their guts out. Irina sat down stiffly, and spun the bottle.

By now everyone except for Eisenhower had stopped laughing, and they were watching the bottle intently. It spun, and spun, and spun for two minutes. Then it finally settled on Isabel.

"Isabel," said Irina with a sly grin. "Truth or dare?"

R & R! Bye! That was my lame attempt at a cliffie BTW.