Chapter Six
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Chris quickly shut the door after them, so they could have some...privacy. He wasn't exactly sure as to what they were going to do, but he somehow felt that they should be alone. He smiled down at Stephanie, finding the situation more awkward than he had anticipated.
"They know, you know," Stephanie said.
"Know what?"
"What we took so long to see. It was right in front of us, wasn't it?"
"I'm not entirely sure what you mean," Chris replied, but not telling the whole truth. He did have an idea, but his mind refused to let it formulate.
"We both know it; we just won't admit it. We're a lot alike, both stubborn as all hell."
More silence. Although, somehow, this time the silence was comforting. It seemed as though no more words were needed.
"We should probably go back; it's your turn," Stephanie pointed out.
"I know. You know, I bet they'd be really disappointed to find out that all we did was talk."
"Well then, let's not disappoint them."
"Huh?" Chris thought. Stephanie pressed herself against him and kissed him lightly. "Oh..."
After a few seconds she pulled away. The kiss had seemed like it lasted an eternity to Chris, but at the same time it ended all too soon. But, Chris knew that Stephanie was right. They should go back out. Besides, Chris didn't want to pass up the opportunity to humiliate somebody.
"What kept you guys?" Stacy asked.
"You weren't on an island or something were you?" Shannon teased.
"Laugh all you want, losers, but it's my turn, so I wouldn't get on my bad side if I were you," Chris remarked.
That shut everybody up pretty quickly. But it wasn't really because of Chris' threat. It was because they really didn't have much else to say.
"Hmmm...Paul, truth or dare?"
"Dare," Paul replied.
Chris surveyed the room to try and find something to incorporate into the dare. This would have to be good... Chris was having a little bit of trouble coming up with something humiliating enough, until his eyes fell on the one thing that could make a great dare.
"See that pole over there?" he asked. "Yeah, that's the one. Well, let's see what you got."
"You've got to be kidding me," Paul said amongst the snickers from various people. "Shut up!" he snapped. "Fine then...I'll show you what I got."
So he showed them. And quite frankly...he didn't have anything! The moment his hand gripped the pole, he fell, causing an absolute riot from everybody else. Who knew Paul was so...uncoordinated? And that was putting it nicely.
Paul walked back to the circle rubbing his ass, blushing furiously. He had been clumsier than...than...ANYBODY!!! "Shut up," he threatened, sending glares to anybody who couldn't stop laughing. Many people bit their lip to keep from laughing. However, Amy failed to control her outburst, which set off everybody else. "SHUT UP!" This time, however, nobody listened, and it took several minutes for everybody to calm down.
"Stephanie, truth or dare," he asked once the laughter had subsided.
"Truth," she said, nervous beyond belief.
Paul hated to ruin the mood, but he had an opportunity that he didn't want to pass up, even if it did mean destroying the light mood of the night. He took a deep breath, slightly nervous about her reaction to the question, along with everybody else's reactions.
"Did you ever really love me?"
Stephanie inhaled sharply. That was exactly the question she wanted to ask him; she had just been too afraid to ask it. She had no idea what to say. She didn't know. She closed her eyes and thought back to all that had happened between them, all they had gone through. Then it hit her; it was so obvious she couldn't believe she didn't realize it sooner.
"Yes," she said. "Yes, but not like that. I loved you more like a brother than a husband. That's why we split up; we're too different; our personalities...clash I suppose, but I still love you, just not like...that."
Paul's usual steel eyes were all of a sudden filled with emotion. She had said it perfectly. She had said it perfectly, why couldn't he have realized that? All of a sudden Stephanie found herself swept into a tight hug. She closed her eyes and simply understood. When she pulled away, she smiled at Paul. She knew that they would be friends after tonight. After all, they're breakup was NOTHING like what it was made out to be on TV. It was a lot more mutual.
Everybody else had been sort of sitting there awkwardly. Most were grateful that the moment of tension was over.
"Matt, truth or dare," Stephanie asked.
"Umm...dare," he said, knowing that if he said truth she would ask about the picture Amy had been talking about. That would have been an embarrassing answer, not to mention the fact that he wasn't even sure which picture she had been talking about; she had so many embarrassing pictures of him. Some from recent days, some from when he was younger, thanks to his parents.
"I dare you to let Amy show this picture she has been talking about," Stephanie said with a smirk.
"Oh, actually, I have a whole photo album," Amy said, smiling happily. She had always wanted to show people all of the embarrassing pictures she had of Matt.
"Even better," Stephanie said.
Everybody leaned in really closely so they could have a good view of all of these pictures. Matt just sat there, dumbfounded. Having the pictures SHOWN was even worse than just telling people about them. This was awful...
"This is one of Matt and...uh...I'm not sure who it is. You see, he was really drunk and thought that this guy was a girl. You should have heard the scream from the bedroom when he figured it out. Oh, don't worry, that was from before we actually had a relationship. Oh, and this is one from about five years ago when he lost a bet and had to parade around a park in frilly underwear and a bra. And this is one of him when he was five, courtesy of his mom, with about five girls kissing him. Look at his face, he looks so disgusted!"
Everybody was taking immense amounts of delight from these pictures. Amy decided to simply pass the album around; there were so many great pictures.
"Awww, Stace, look at this," Trish said. "It's Matt as a baby in the bathtub!"
"What!" Matt yelled as he tried to snatch the album away from Trish. She pulled it back and passed it on.
"Geez Matt, I've never known anybody to be so touchy about pictures before; you looked cute. Well, then again, I never knew anybody who had quite so many humiliating pictures of them before either, so... Hey! Look! Matt's covered in pasta sauce in this picture!"
"How old is he, three?" Stephanie asked, peering over Trish's shoulder.
"Are you kidding? He looks 20!"
Matt covered his face with his hands and groaned. "Who knows what other pictures are in that album," he thought to himself. He decided he simply didn't want to know and tuned everybody out until the album had been passed back to Amy.
"Remind me to kill you later," he told her.
"Hey! It was Stephanie's dare!" Amy protested.
"Oh yeah," Matt said. "I had forgotten. Oh well, I'm mad at you. Amy, truth or dare?"
Amy thought about this for a while. She had taken truth her past turns. Now probably wasn't the smartest time to start taking dares, but what the hey?
"Dare."
Matt's eyes lit up immediately. She had chosen dare? He would have to make this a good one. The wheels in Matt's head started turning and he instantly came up with a plan, deciding to use the rope and T-shirt blindfold that had been so popular in other dares.
"First of all," he said, "You're going to be tied up," he continued, tying her arms and legs. "And blindfolded."
"What are you doing?" Amy asked frantically. She couldn't see and was practically immobile.
Matt had knowledge of Amy that few people had... He whispered something to everybody else that got a variety of different reactions, most of amusement and some delight.
"Okay," he said. "Tickle!"
"WHAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Amy shrieked to no avail. Everybody pounced on her at once and she was completely helpless to stop it.
Amy struggled her hardest to avoid everybody's tickling, but it just didn't work, and all she could do was laugh and scream. She would KILL Matt later; he knew how ticklish she was, she would kill him. She would. She was already devising a plan...well, she would be if she could think straight, but that didn't seem like an option at the time.
After several minutes (hours to Amy) everybody let up and she was untied quickly. "I'm going to kill you..." she told Matt, saying what had been on her mind for the past few minutes. She tried to stand up. ".later."
Matt smirked at her, but she didn't pay any attention. She was more exhausted than she was after matches.
"Your turn," said Matt.
Wow, that was longer than usual. I hope you all liked it! I'll write more soon, I promise. Ta-ta!
First of all, I just want to thank everybody for all of the positive feedback. I'm glad people are enjoying my story, and I hope this chapter is worth your time. Enjoy!
Chris quickly shut the door after them, so they could have some...privacy. He wasn't exactly sure as to what they were going to do, but he somehow felt that they should be alone. He smiled down at Stephanie, finding the situation more awkward than he had anticipated.
"They know, you know," Stephanie said.
"Know what?"
"What we took so long to see. It was right in front of us, wasn't it?"
"I'm not entirely sure what you mean," Chris replied, but not telling the whole truth. He did have an idea, but his mind refused to let it formulate.
"We both know it; we just won't admit it. We're a lot alike, both stubborn as all hell."
More silence. Although, somehow, this time the silence was comforting. It seemed as though no more words were needed.
"We should probably go back; it's your turn," Stephanie pointed out.
"I know. You know, I bet they'd be really disappointed to find out that all we did was talk."
"Well then, let's not disappoint them."
"Huh?" Chris thought. Stephanie pressed herself against him and kissed him lightly. "Oh..."
After a few seconds she pulled away. The kiss had seemed like it lasted an eternity to Chris, but at the same time it ended all too soon. But, Chris knew that Stephanie was right. They should go back out. Besides, Chris didn't want to pass up the opportunity to humiliate somebody.
"What kept you guys?" Stacy asked.
"You weren't on an island or something were you?" Shannon teased.
"Laugh all you want, losers, but it's my turn, so I wouldn't get on my bad side if I were you," Chris remarked.
That shut everybody up pretty quickly. But it wasn't really because of Chris' threat. It was because they really didn't have much else to say.
"Hmmm...Paul, truth or dare?"
"Dare," Paul replied.
Chris surveyed the room to try and find something to incorporate into the dare. This would have to be good... Chris was having a little bit of trouble coming up with something humiliating enough, until his eyes fell on the one thing that could make a great dare.
"See that pole over there?" he asked. "Yeah, that's the one. Well, let's see what you got."
"You've got to be kidding me," Paul said amongst the snickers from various people. "Shut up!" he snapped. "Fine then...I'll show you what I got."
So he showed them. And quite frankly...he didn't have anything! The moment his hand gripped the pole, he fell, causing an absolute riot from everybody else. Who knew Paul was so...uncoordinated? And that was putting it nicely.
Paul walked back to the circle rubbing his ass, blushing furiously. He had been clumsier than...than...ANYBODY!!! "Shut up," he threatened, sending glares to anybody who couldn't stop laughing. Many people bit their lip to keep from laughing. However, Amy failed to control her outburst, which set off everybody else. "SHUT UP!" This time, however, nobody listened, and it took several minutes for everybody to calm down.
"Stephanie, truth or dare," he asked once the laughter had subsided.
"Truth," she said, nervous beyond belief.
Paul hated to ruin the mood, but he had an opportunity that he didn't want to pass up, even if it did mean destroying the light mood of the night. He took a deep breath, slightly nervous about her reaction to the question, along with everybody else's reactions.
"Did you ever really love me?"
Stephanie inhaled sharply. That was exactly the question she wanted to ask him; she had just been too afraid to ask it. She had no idea what to say. She didn't know. She closed her eyes and thought back to all that had happened between them, all they had gone through. Then it hit her; it was so obvious she couldn't believe she didn't realize it sooner.
"Yes," she said. "Yes, but not like that. I loved you more like a brother than a husband. That's why we split up; we're too different; our personalities...clash I suppose, but I still love you, just not like...that."
Paul's usual steel eyes were all of a sudden filled with emotion. She had said it perfectly. She had said it perfectly, why couldn't he have realized that? All of a sudden Stephanie found herself swept into a tight hug. She closed her eyes and simply understood. When she pulled away, she smiled at Paul. She knew that they would be friends after tonight. After all, they're breakup was NOTHING like what it was made out to be on TV. It was a lot more mutual.
Everybody else had been sort of sitting there awkwardly. Most were grateful that the moment of tension was over.
"Matt, truth or dare," Stephanie asked.
"Umm...dare," he said, knowing that if he said truth she would ask about the picture Amy had been talking about. That would have been an embarrassing answer, not to mention the fact that he wasn't even sure which picture she had been talking about; she had so many embarrassing pictures of him. Some from recent days, some from when he was younger, thanks to his parents.
"I dare you to let Amy show this picture she has been talking about," Stephanie said with a smirk.
"Oh, actually, I have a whole photo album," Amy said, smiling happily. She had always wanted to show people all of the embarrassing pictures she had of Matt.
"Even better," Stephanie said.
Everybody leaned in really closely so they could have a good view of all of these pictures. Matt just sat there, dumbfounded. Having the pictures SHOWN was even worse than just telling people about them. This was awful...
"This is one of Matt and...uh...I'm not sure who it is. You see, he was really drunk and thought that this guy was a girl. You should have heard the scream from the bedroom when he figured it out. Oh, don't worry, that was from before we actually had a relationship. Oh, and this is one from about five years ago when he lost a bet and had to parade around a park in frilly underwear and a bra. And this is one of him when he was five, courtesy of his mom, with about five girls kissing him. Look at his face, he looks so disgusted!"
Everybody was taking immense amounts of delight from these pictures. Amy decided to simply pass the album around; there were so many great pictures.
"Awww, Stace, look at this," Trish said. "It's Matt as a baby in the bathtub!"
"What!" Matt yelled as he tried to snatch the album away from Trish. She pulled it back and passed it on.
"Geez Matt, I've never known anybody to be so touchy about pictures before; you looked cute. Well, then again, I never knew anybody who had quite so many humiliating pictures of them before either, so... Hey! Look! Matt's covered in pasta sauce in this picture!"
"How old is he, three?" Stephanie asked, peering over Trish's shoulder.
"Are you kidding? He looks 20!"
Matt covered his face with his hands and groaned. "Who knows what other pictures are in that album," he thought to himself. He decided he simply didn't want to know and tuned everybody out until the album had been passed back to Amy.
"Remind me to kill you later," he told her.
"Hey! It was Stephanie's dare!" Amy protested.
"Oh yeah," Matt said. "I had forgotten. Oh well, I'm mad at you. Amy, truth or dare?"
Amy thought about this for a while. She had taken truth her past turns. Now probably wasn't the smartest time to start taking dares, but what the hey?
"Dare."
Matt's eyes lit up immediately. She had chosen dare? He would have to make this a good one. The wheels in Matt's head started turning and he instantly came up with a plan, deciding to use the rope and T-shirt blindfold that had been so popular in other dares.
"First of all," he said, "You're going to be tied up," he continued, tying her arms and legs. "And blindfolded."
"What are you doing?" Amy asked frantically. She couldn't see and was practically immobile.
Matt had knowledge of Amy that few people had... He whispered something to everybody else that got a variety of different reactions, most of amusement and some delight.
"Okay," he said. "Tickle!"
"WHAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Amy shrieked to no avail. Everybody pounced on her at once and she was completely helpless to stop it.
Amy struggled her hardest to avoid everybody's tickling, but it just didn't work, and all she could do was laugh and scream. She would KILL Matt later; he knew how ticklish she was, she would kill him. She would. She was already devising a plan...well, she would be if she could think straight, but that didn't seem like an option at the time.
After several minutes (hours to Amy) everybody let up and she was untied quickly. "I'm going to kill you..." she told Matt, saying what had been on her mind for the past few minutes. She tried to stand up. ".later."
Matt smirked at her, but she didn't pay any attention. She was more exhausted than she was after matches.
"Your turn," said Matt.
Wow, that was longer than usual. I hope you all liked it! I'll write more soon, I promise. Ta-ta!