A/N: PLEASE read and review…don't flame…PLEASE.
"It isn't actually that bad having Peter and Kit around," Jamie said.
"Really? I thought you hated your family," Hank Beecham asked.
"Really. Kit only stayed with us for like two days, and then her parents came, so now she lives with them, but she and Peter stole and hid my father's house key, and they locked him out. They say that they aren't going to let him in when he's drunk."
"That was fun, wasn't it?"
Jamie, not realizing what had been said, or who said it, replied, "Yeah." Then, realizing Kit was in the room, "Hey! What are you doing here?"
"Well, I've been trained for a while, but I never actually got out and joined a squad. This place said they wanted a fifth teenager, so I came and got on. Problem?" She asked.
"Do you want me to be honest or do you want me to lie to you? It's almost spring, and you've just saved me from getting in a lot of trouble with Alex. I about owe you my life."
Hank interrupted their conversation. "Before I'll let you go on a call, you have to wash that pink stuff out of your hair."
"Alex doesn't have a problem with it. My hair was green when I met him. And it was blue when I came back to Kingsport." Kit argued.
"Whatever you say…."
"Wanna play truth or dare?" Kit offered.
"Yeah/Sure, why not?/Nah…I don't really want to/C'mon Tyler, it'll be fun." Jamie, Val, and Tyler all answered at the same time.
"Hank?" Kit asked, looking at him. Her choppy pink and black hair swirled around her head as she turned.
"You can. One of us needs to behave professionally."
"Is he always this way?" Kit asked, her blue eyes lit up with laughter.
"Yes, I am."
Kit burst out laughing. "Sorry. I just don't spend much time with serious people. Let's start. Jamie first."
Jamie thought for a second. "Hank, truth or dare?"
"I told you, I'm not playing."
"Fine, then. I dare you to play."
"Not playing."
"Tyler, truth or dare?"
"Truth."
"If you could go out with any celebrity, who would it be?" Jamie asked. He knew it was a stupid question, but he also knew that if Tyler said Britney Spears or Christina Aguilera, Val would kill him.
"Britney Spears."
"Ack! Tyler!" Val exclaimed.
"Hey, it's not my fault she's hot."
"I'm going to do the loving girlfriend thing and only kill you once. Okay?" Val made the question seem innocent.
"Fine. Val."
"Dare."
"Play that tape I gave you the other day."
"Now?"
"Now."
Val put it into the tape player.
Tyler's voice came on. "Hi, Val. Remember that I told you I was bored on the entire trip? I made this tape while I was doing nothing. Listen carefully." Val hit pause. "Are you sure? It sounds embarrassing for you."
Val hit play again, and everyone heard Tyler's imitation of the Long John Silver's shrimp.
"Ha! Now you can't kill me," Tyler teased. Val hit stop; it was unnecessary to torture Tyler any more.
"Jamie," Val chose her victim.
"Dare."
"I dare you to pour this pixy stick in your hair and wear it that way," said Val, handing him a giant orange pixy stick. Val knew how much Jamie loved his hair.
"Kit, truth or dare?"
"Dare."
"I dare you to make out with the big monkey in the corner."
Kit glanced at the corner of the room and saw a big stuffed orangutan. "Okay. For how long?"
"One entire minute."
Kit completed the dare. "That was interesting," she announced when she was finished.
"Oh, good. My turn. Val."
"Dare."
Kit thought for a second. Val Lanier, cheerleader, probably semi-snobby, blonde, definitely a happy bubble person.
"You laughed for the first time in a long time when you heard Tyler's shrimp song."
"Yeah. So?"
"You're reading Caitie's diary."
"What's the dare already?"
"Come to a rave with me."
"Um, Kit……" Val let it hang.
"Not like that, stupid," Kit said, throwing a handful of popcorn at Val. "I have a boyfriend."
"Oops."
