Hello again. Long-time no see. I haven't gone as sexual or dirty in this chapter as I was planning to. That will eventually come, I promise. You see, I feel in fanfictions that the characters are all written to be really stereotypical of one aspect of their personality, like Liz being a prude or Bex being unnecessarily violent or Macey being vain and shallow. Obviously, these factor a little in their personalities in the book, so I'm not completely rewriting them. So I've tried a bit to write them as multi-dimensional characters, rather than leave them as boring as possible, for the sake of some smut. In this one I focused a bit on Liz. I hope you enjoy!

My eyes widened.

"Strip truth or dare? Do we have to do it naked or something?" I asked.

"Seriously, Cam? God, how unexperienced you are. Anyway, here's the rules: it's the same as normal truth or dare but you can opt out by taking off one layer of clothing. Hence, strip truth or dare. No daring to involve anyone not in this room and it has to be able to be done by tomorrow morning. It's just spin the bottle and see who it lands on." Macey rattled off, trying to make sure she didn't miss anything. "Oh and if you feel the need to do anything overly sexual, unless dared otherwise, please do so in the ensuite bathroom."

I rolled my eyes but we all gathered in a small circle on the floor. The credits of the movie rolled on unnoticed behind us. Grant reached out and span the small, glass bottle. It pivoted round until it shuddered to a stop at Macey.

"So Mace, truth or dare?" he grinned.

"Dare. You don't scare me, Newman."

"You asked for it. Seven minutes in heaven with…" he gazed round the room, undecided. "Nic- Alex, I said Alex!"

"Nope, that was definitely Nick. C'mon. Hup, let's go." She marched towards the bathroom, dragging her pleased looking boyfriend with her. She deliberately tapped the bottle on her way past, causing it to spin. It landed on Liz.

"I'll go for Macey while she's, ahem, busy." Grant raised his eyebrows at the loud moaning sounds coming from the bathroom, "M'kay Liz, how far have you gone? And with who?"

We all turned to Liz expecting her to blush or shy away, but she held Grant's devilish gaze firmly.

"I've had sex four times, all with Jonas," she answered, hardly batting an eyelash.

We stared at her in shock.

"Lizzie! Why didn't you tell us? When did this happen?" Bex inquired, a hurt look on her face.

"Jonas and I felt it would be best for our relationship if we didn't tell anyone. We don't need the external pressure. Besides, who thought innocent Liz would have sex before Cam or Bex." She gave us all a look that made us feel guilty for assuming, for labelling her.

Liz seemed unfazed by the now awkward silence clogging the air. I looked at the small, girl who sat beside me, asking her a silent question. She smiled at me, not with an air of superiority, but with one of wisdom and knowledge.

"I knew the time was right Cammie. It's not a thing I'd rush into; I know my limits but I knew I was ready. It's as simple as that." She said, not needing to elaborate any further. I gave her a grateful look, and resolved myself to joining the game again.

"Okay, my turn." Liz said, spinning the bottle, it landing on Bex. "Bex, truth or dare?"

"Truth." I looked at her with mild confusion and amusement. Bex almost never chose truth.

"When was the last time you cried?" asked Liz. I assumed she was trying to be kind and go easy on Bex, but her choice of question had pried into a part of Bex she didn't want revealed. Ask her the last time she had sex, she'd give you a minute by minute run through. Ask her her deepest fears or insecurities, she'd close over in a heartbeat. Only after years of coaxing and support had I managed to deconstruct most of the walls surrounding Rebecca Baxter.

Bex gave Liz an unintelligible stare and pulled off her sports bra, so she was left sitting in a teal blue, lace trimmed bra. At that moment, Macey and Nick decided to make their grand reappearance. They giggled and clung to each other, Nick pulling Macey down onto his lap. They caught a hint of the tense atmosphere and Macey looked round.

"Who died in here? Get a sense of excitement." She gazed round the room and rolled her eyes. "Since you're all being boring, every time someone strips, they take a shot. This is allowed because I make the rules, m'kay? Good! Now let's have some real fun," she said, rubbing her hands together like an old movie villain. She nodded to Bex, indicating that it was her go. The bottle span and landed on…

Oh great. Me.

"Truth or dare, Cammie?" The evil glint somewhat returned to her chocolate brown eyes.

"I'll go for a dare." I said, trying to stay calm. I loved Bex and all but she came up with the worst dares, so I wasn't overly enthralled to find out what she had in stock.

"I dare you to get a hickey."

"That's it?" I said, shocked at her leniency. Zach had already started to move my plait from blocking his view of my neck when Bex held up her hand.

"Oh, and I nearly forgot. It can't be from Zach. We'll spin to see who has to give it to you"

There it was. The Baxter bombshell.

I really didn't want to have to strip, after only wearing a top, bra and pyjama pants. I also hated the burn of vodka, hated the feeling of having my senses dulled and inhibitions lowered. I turned to face Zach, unsure of what to do. I searched his face for any indication of his thoughts, any clues about what he was thinking. He suddenly leaned in, crashing his lips to mine. I saw a flicker of panic in his eyes, a chink in his armour of his cocky demeanour. Despite this, he broke away and gave me a quick peck on the forehead.

"It's okay, Gallagher girl. It's just a hickey, no feelings attached. I trust these guys, I've known Grant, Nick and Jonas for six years. They won't hurt you, and if they do, they know I can beat the shit out of them." He looked at me, dead in the eye. "I love you Cammie."

"I love you too." I mumbled, my heart nearly bursting with anxiety and anticipation.

"And for every single thing they do to you, I get to do ten times over." He murmured in a low, sexy voice in my ear, as I reached out to spin the bottle. I nodded numbly as the bottle began to slow down, finally stopping on…

Ooooh cliffy! Sorry!

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