Thank you for all the reviews! I know the chapters are short, but they seem a lot longer while I'm writing them, so I hope you're not terribly disappointed. I'll try to update weekly, but if I don't I'll update ASAP. If you'd like me to focus on other couples (which I will, eventually) please let me know.

I hope you enjoy this second part of truth or dare! I am so sorry that it's so short, but I had a ton of work to do and haven't had time to write.

Nine

"Dare," Eight responds, glaring at Sarah, when I'm startled by Ella in my mind.

That's not all, Ella somehow manages to sound smug in my head. He also says that if you say one word or do anything regarding Sarah's statement, he'll bash your head in. Oh, interesting. What fun to be had, I think as I smile, probably looking like a lunatic…

"I dare you to do… seven minutes in heaven with Marina," I say. This is my way of helping. I feel Ella's confusion in my mind. Yes, I can be a genuinely nice person sometimes. But it usually doesn't last long, I think, smirking.

"Come on, hurry up," comes John's teasing voice.

"Ok-kay," Marina stammers, standing and looking at Eight with uncertainty. After a second, Eight nods and follows Marina out of the room, his face expressionless.

"Let's keep playing. This could take a while," Ella says, and I laugh. The others look surprised and amused. Who knew she had such a dirty mind…

Her response only makes me laugh harder. It's your fault, Nine.

Marina

As we head towards my room, Eight doesn't say a word. What is up with him? Is he really jealous, like Sarah said? "Eight, are you okay?" I ask. "You know you can tell me anything, right? What's wrong?"

Eight smiles, but I can tell it's forced. "I know. Nothing's wrong, I promise."

I open the door to my room, sitting on the bed after pulling on a shirt. "You're lying, I can tell." I say gently, motioning for him to sit beside me. I shut the door with telekinesis as Eight sits on the edge of the bed uncomfortably. He sighs, shoulders drooping.

"It's just… I… It's nothing," he mumbles.

"Eight…" I say accusingly.

Instead of answering, he looks at the clock above my door. "We have about six more minutes in here. What do you want to do?"

"You're changing the subject," I say, grabbing his hand. "What is it?"

"I said it's nothing," he says angrily pulling his hand away and standing, pacing, not looking me in the eye.

I hesitate, knowing very well my next question could humiliate me completely. "Was Sarah right?" I whisper, standing. He tenses, not responding. "Eight?" I walk in front of him, placing my hands on his chest to stop him from moving. His emerald eyes watched me intensely, a hurricane of emotions in them - diminishing anger, softness, and something else - an indistinguishable emotion.

"Maybe," he whispers, turning away. "But it doesn't matter."

"Eight-" I begin to speak but he interrupts me.

"Don't. Please, just… don't. I don't want to hear it." he mutters, sitting on the bed, looking down. "We have four more minutes."

I sigh, knowing he won't listen to me anyways. I sit next to him, and he doesn't look up. "Eight…" I begin slowly. "Joseph, look at me." Surprised by the last name that he had taken on Earth, he looks up, eyes wide. "It does matter," I whisper. I lift my hand to his shoulder, trailing it to his cheek. Impulsively, I lean forward and kiss him. Just a fast, soft peck before I pull away, looking for his reaction. He grins, bad mood completely forgotten.

"Hey, Marina…" he says slowly, his voice husky, and his eyes flicker to my lips for the smallest second.

"Yes?" I whisper, my eyes never leaving his jade ones.

"You know, we still have a few minutes…" he trails off, leaning forward, pausing just before his lips meet mine.

"Yes, we do." I say, leaning forward to capture his lips in mine.