A/N: Hi everyone, I'm back from a really long hiatus. I decided to get back in the swing of things by giving you more of this fic. Sorry if this chapter is a lot shorter than the rest; I really wanted to complete their game of Two Truths and a Lie so they can move onto other stuff. Anyway, hope you enjoy.
The two geniuses' eyes widen and they immediately pull away from each other while turning beet red. "Ahem, I'd, uh, I'd like to go next, if you don't mind." David shivers as he nervously twiddles his thumbs against each other.
"Oh, yes, yes, please proceed." Lisa mutters while anxiously adjusting her glasses.
Tightening his lab coat tied around his waist, David begins. "So…I'm terrified of dogs, no matter the size or breed. I'm allergic to all seafood, to the point that it causes my throat to swell. After I was born, my parents refused to take care of me, so I'm currently under the custody of my grandmother. Do you know which one is the lie?" David begins.
Winston gawks at the bespectacled boy, because each statement sounded awful and surprising. Being allergic to something? He can't relate to that because he doesn't have allergies himself. Being scared of dogs? He definitely can't relate to that because he loves dogs almost more than life itself. Having your parents abandon you?! Now, that statement tore him apart the most, because family is extremely important to him and it scares him to think that his new friend is raised by his grandmother instead. Surely that must be the lie. At least with the other two, they can easily be avoided. But, family troubles cannot.
"I…I disapprove of the notion that you do not live with your mother and father. Please tell me that's not true." He shivers.
"Ok, that's one guess. Ladies?" David continues, unfazed by Winston's dumbfounded-ness.
"I agree with Winston, it sounds really sad that you don't live with your parents." Lola sighs. "And Lisa already told me you're scared of puppy dogs."
David glances at Lisa, to which she answers, "Seeing as I have seen you have the ability to consume seafood with no problem, that is the lie."
David nods. "Lisa's correct; as a young man of Norse descent, my people have been consuming seafood for centuries. As such, I love fish, specifically salmon and tuna."
Shakily gripping his scarf, Winston stares at him with a look of frightened bewilderment, tears welling in his eyes. Lola takes notice of her beloved's demeanor and softly rubs his shoulders to calm him down. Seeing this, David's face immediately softens. "I very much appreciate your concern for my home life. Although my parents aren't currently raising me, I still visit with them every chance I get, and they still love me with all their hearts. Besides, I'm still doing very well living with my grandma and big sister, so my family being a bit on the unconventional side is by no means a bad thing." He looks at Winston. "You may have your turn now."
Still saddened by David's truth, but feeling relieved that it's not as bad as he thought it was, he wipes his eye with his index finger and begins. "Ok. Um…I own a dog but despise cats, I have a baby sister on the way that may arrive next summer, and I hate the taste of pizza, no matter where it comes from or who makes it."
He turns to Lola. "What do you think, my dear?"
Lola's eyes instantly light up and she wraps her arms tightly around him in a hug. "You're gonna be a big brother?! Oh I'm so happy for you! And I already know you love your doggy, so I guess the lie is that you hate pizza." Much to Winston's surprise, Lola leans over and whispers in his ear. "It better be the lie!"
After letting out a gulp, he tilts his head towards David. "As a cat lover, I'd normally be a bit upset that someone claims they 'despise' them," David answers. "However, I try to keep an open mind on such matters. Though, one thing I have a hard time keeping an open mind on is someone having a disdain for pizza. Research has shown that, unless someone lives in a region where pizza is unavailable, everyone likes it. So, I have a feeling that must be the lie."
Sudden beams of sweat begin to form on Winston's temple as he shiftly eyes Lisa. "Lola has informed me several times that you tell her everything, so information about a new arrival in your family would have certainly come up before this moment. But, based upon her reaction, this is the first time she has heard this supposed news. I conclude that you becoming an older brother is false."
In spite of his fears of his princess' wrath, Winston gives a shaky nod. "Lisa's right, my mother is not going to have another baby."
David gives a small smirk, "Wow, I'm impressed by that lie, as it certainly seemed convincing. I applaud you for wanting to throw us in for a loop."
"Winston…" Lola gasps. He looks at her while biting his lip, prepared for the worst. "Do you really not like pizza? Like, at all? Are you sure?"
"Yes dear, that part is true. I've tried so many types from so many places; homemade, delivery, frozen. I've just never cared for it, and the worst part is, I don't even know why I don't like it. Perhaps it's the sauce, or the crust, I'm just not sure." He grabs one of her hands. "But, Lola, I know pizza is one of your favorite foods, that's why I was worried that you'd be mad at me."
"Oh Winstie," Lola sighs, "I'm not mad at you. You don't have to like pizza if you don't want to."
"Thank you for understanding!" Winston pulls Lola in a hug. After they pull away, Winston notices a strange and foul odor coming from the southwest part of the field and wrinkles his nose in disgust.
"Oh my, what smells of garlic, old cheese, and sweat?"