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Chapter 13

Phillip set his large, brown, paper bag on the ground beside him. He sat cross-legged beside Danny and Harold was next to him. Sure, they were going to be stared at, judged, and most likely ridiculed, but Phillip decided that the new part of himself he had discovered, didn't care.

"Aye, what did you two lads buy me?" Danny joked, knowing full well that they had just come from Massimo's party.

Harold giggled. "Oh Danny, you silly goose..."

"We got some Tupperware of course!" Phillip finished his friend's sentence and smiled thoughtfully. "I've never seen Tupperware before... until now!"

"Well, Massimo has parties like these all year. Just wait until the candle party!" Harold giggled, recalling past memories.

Phillip's eyes lit up. "There's a candle one too?! Alright! Man, it's like Christmas or something."

Harold nodded affirmatively. "Oooh! I got an idea! Let's play truth or dare!"

Phillip and Danny decided to go along with it and Phillip asked the first question.

"Harold, truth or dare?"

"Hmmm... truth!"

"Okay. What is this about Jack I overheard Greta talking about?"

Harold gulped, deciding on the right words to use. "I used to like Jack," he admitted cautiously looking into Phil's eyes, "but then I realized that there are much better fish in the sea."

Phillip nodded, gaze still locked. "I can understand that," he whispered.

Harold shook himself out of his trance. "Okay, my turn. Danny- truth or dare."

"Aye... Dare."

"I was hoping you'd say that," Harold stated proudly. "I dare you to walk."

Danny's bright green eyes dimmed with anger and a tint of sadness. "Aye, I won't do that. You know that." He replied sharply and Harold was taken aback.

"No, no, don't be mad, please!"

Danny looked into Harold's hazel eyes which grew so big and his pleading face. "Ok," he said, but inside, his heart was heavy.

"Okay, Phillip, I'll ask you instead." Harold turned to a wide eyed Phillip who chose dare.

"I dare you to... sing."

Phillip grinned and jumped up. "I can do that!" He thought for a second, but then it hit him. "Oh! I can sing my favorite song!"

He cleared his throat and the notes came out in squeaks.

"I ne*squeak*eeeed you like waa*squeak*ater, like wind, like ra*squeak*aaaaiin..."

Meanwhile, Brady and Chloe were walking through Salem Place, when they heard a loud screeching sound.

"What is that racket?!" Chloe asked Brady, loudly over the noise.

Brady let out a laugh and pointed Phil's way. "It's Salem's resident Ricky Martin wannabe."

Chloe held two fingers over her ear. "Who's he with?"

"His fan club?" Brady suggested as they casted one last look Phil's way before leaving. Brady wondered if he had ever seen his uncle happier. He was doing something he hadn't done in a long time- laughing.

Phillip couldn't stop laughing at his ridiculousness. Harold cringed at the last squeaky notes of the song, (as he had at the rest and Danny finally unplugged his ears. Harold broke out in a girly giggle fit.

"I think you liked that TOO much!" He laughed.

Phillip nodded. "Man, now if I could just get my hips movin'!"

Harold drifted off into a day dream as he pictured that sight, but snapped when back to reality when Phillip asked him truth or dare.

"Dare. Definitely."

Phillip bit his lip nervously. "I dare you to kiss me."

And then it happened. Harold NEVER turned down a dare.