Thank you Itasaku, lovingbites and rosedimitri4ever: So evil of you. :P I shall use it. Thank you.
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Here is my disclaimer and then we shall continue this story: I do not own any of the characters *sigh* they belong to Richelle Mead.
'Adrian, truth or dare?'
'Dare!' he slurred, he was so drunk, this was going to be sooo fun. I grinned mirthlessly and through his drunken stupor he got the message. His face paled and he gulped loudly.
'Too late to change to truth?' I laughed evilly and I swear I saw him quiver with fright.
'I am going to go set up a microphone in the dining hall, you are going to go down wearing the Edward Cullen boxers we all know you own, taking Christian with, telling everyone how much you love him, snog him, then propose.' I smiled, pleased with myself. Christian's face showed pure horror, though it was going red with fury.
'ROSE YOU EVIL LITTLE BI…' I held my hand up to stop his evident onslaught of brutality and vulgar words.
'You get to reject him, slap him for all I care. I only wish to see him humiliated.' He slowly nodded his head. Still unsure.
'I told you it was a bad idea to play Truth or Dare with Rose, but nooo. Well at least nothing has been blown up… yet.' Said Lissa, laying on the fake anger, so thick you could easily tell she was joking.
'Sparky's head nearly exploded.' I said innocently, receiving several laughs and a death glare from Christian. I smiled my best man-eater smile and he cringed slightly. Bitch. In all the insults and jokes I hadn't noticed Adrian leaving, but there he was, wearing Edward Cullen boxers. I laughed flat out till my face was red and my sides hurt. When I was finished we got up and headed to the dining rooms where people were probably hanging and or eating. Hundreds of students milled around chatting and eating when Adrian finally made his way on stage. As if it was rehearsed, all the heads turned to look at him. Laughter rang out from everywhere. I then pressed record on the camera and waited. Soon he dragged a struggling Christian up to stand beside him.
'I wish to tell everyone standing in this hall: I LOVE CHRISTIAN OZERA!' he then leaned over and snogged him. There were awws and laughs and people yelling all sorts of things. Good and bad… Adrian then proceeded to get down on one knee.
'From the first time I saw you, I knew you were the one. You were such an emo I knew we were surly meant to be. You entranced me with your godly looks,' I heard a snort from Adrian which he artfully made sound like he was crying; I knew better, I was using every inch of self-control I had not to burst out laughing.
'You had an amazing personality to match. Christian James Ozera. Will you marry me?' He asked, pulling out the puppy dog eyes.
'A. I am not gay,' said Christian quietly and menacingly.
'B:' He then proceeded to kick an already unstable Adrian square in the chest. Adrian barrelled over into a crowd of guys who were the cliché broad-shouldered, idiotic jocks of our school, who gave him a look and Adrian got the picture and ran. The hated it when people who weren't as "cool" as them went near them, particularly ones wearing Edward Cullen boxers.