Okay, here's the next one. There are going to be 7 games in total. Hmm. Random isn't it? That's the whole point of it.(: This game for this chapter is a game that is also known as Poor Pussy, but I think this variation of the game suits the team much better. Anyway, it's way nicer and I've played it before with a huge bunch of people so I'm pretty familiar with it.

Honey

"What are we going to play next?" Herry questioned.

"Honey," Atlanta announced next. Seeing everyone's clueless expression, she nodded to Theresa, who began to explain.

"The person who starts off must stand in the middle of the circle and will be called the Honey, and he or she must pick a person. He or she must say, "Oh honey, if you love me, you'll smile for me." or something along those lines in the funniest way possible to make the person laugh or smile. No touching is permitted. The targeted person must reply, "Honey, I love you, but I just can't smile for you." without laughing at all. If the person does laugh or smile, he will be the next Honey and the previous Honey will take his seat. If he doesn't, the Honey must move on and try to make other people laugh. After ten minutes, we stop the game. Simple as pie. Got it?"

Everyone nodded.

"So, who should we start with?" Atlanta began, looking around. All eyes came to rest on Neil almost immediately.

"Hey, why are you guys looking at me like that?" Neil exclaimed, pulling out his mirror instantly. "Is there something on my face or something?"

Theresa groaned, then rolled her eyes. "Who votes for Neil to start, raise your hand."

Everyone raised their hands, except for Neil, who grimaced.

"Does it have to be me?" the blonde asked, crossing his arms. "You guys are always picking on me."

"Yes it does," Atlanta said, hiding her grin as she practically pushed the boy to the middle of the circle and immediately closed up the gap to prevent Neil from sneaking back in. "Let the game begin!"

Neil's eyes scoured the people who were sitting innocently, looking and awaiting his next move. Who would be the easiest target? He wanted to get this over with quickly so he could return to his seat and check out his appearance. He was sure Atlanta had messed up his hair by pushing him earlier.

Eyes looking around with a determined pout, Neil's eyes came to rest on Odie.

Bending down and groaning at having to put his beautiful face to shame, he gave Odie his best smile ever and said, fluttering his short eyelashes, "Oh honey, if you'll love me, you'll smile for me, won't you?"

Odie's face looked like it was twisted into a huge big smile for a second, and then he couldn't help but burst out laughing. Neil looked just like on one of those ads that was posted everywhere - those girl ads.

Neil gave the amused group a triumphant smile. Of course, no one could resist his charm - not even guys, for that matter. He settled himself comfortably into Odie's place as Odie reluctantly got up and stared around the circle.

Neil debated taking out his mirror, then decided against it. This was going to be fun, and he didn't want to miss it. He watched as Odie did the same thing that he had done a few minutes ago - walk around, look at everyone. Then, he saw Odie stop right in front Atlanta, who was trying her best to keep a straight face.

Odie groaned too, just like Neil had done as well, and got down on his knees and blinked at Atlanta. "Oh honey, if you'll love me, you'll smile for me!"

Neil couldn't help but snigger; after all, Odie wasn't a natural like he the expert was, and Odie saying it came out as a weird, forced sentence. But the expression - awkward - on his face was absolutely priceless, not because it was convincing, but because it seemed plain stupid - at least to Neil. The other thing Neil had noticed was that Archie seemed to be eying the scene with a look of discontentment. Could it be possible that the purple-haired warrior was actually... jealous? But this was only just a game! Anyway, Archie the closet poet had always seemed to be a jealous and possessive kind of person. Atlanta, his territory, blah blah blah... Neil smirked at this. Archie's antics were always pretty humorous, after all.

Thankfully for Odie, it worked and Atlanta laughed out loud. Atlanta was those I-laugh-all-the-time types, so it wasn't really surprising. Neil watched again, grinning, as Atlanta zeroed in on poor Archie, who looked like he got ants in his pants. Aha. An easy target. Atlanta would be smart to pick Archie.

"Oh honey, if you'll love me, you'll smile for me, right?" Atlanta gave Archie her cutest look. Archie gulped at this, feeling his face flush with embarrassment. I mean, she just called him honey there. Feeling suddenly very goofy, Archie returned the smile with his own silly one, and was still feeling lost as Atlanta dragged him out to the middle by the arm and sat herself promptly in his previous seat.

Archie groaned. He hadn't seen that one coming. Looking at the people with a peeved look, he decided to try Theresa, who looked very non-smiling at the minute.

He dropped to his knees suddenly and sung dramatically, "Roses are red, flowers are blue, oh honey if you love me, you'll smile for me, won't you?"

Theresa, surprised at his sudden show of "charisma", laughed, as did everyone else in the circle. Finally, Archie was putting his poetic side to good use. Beaming with pride, Archie sat down and Theresa stood up grudgingly.

Well, part of the reason Archie had picked Theresa to try his luck with was because he knew that the person Theresa was going to choose was a certain brown-haired leader... Anyway, the poor guy would always send himself into blushing and stutters when the orange-haired girl gave a hand at the flirting... After all, Archie hadn't exactly forgotten about what had happened in the previous game. It was revenge time!

Theresa, as predicted, was weighing her options and she knew that she could probably make Jay smile, at the very least.

Turning around, she whirled to face Jay and stooped down immediately, noticing with somewhat glee that Jay looked like the proverbial deer caught in the headlights.

Her face was so near that if Jay moved forward just one inch, his lips would be touching hers. He was suddenly filled with acute awareness of what could happen if he wasn't careful. After all, all those dreams were aching to come true. But of course he couldn't try it now, not in front of everyone else... Or could he? He swallowed at the whirling of his mind. He was about to grin, and Theresa hadn't even opened her mouth to say anything. He felt a blush creeping onto his face as he felt cornered.

Seeing the grins on all his friends' face, he felt a little mad at them for laughing at him. What, who said that he couldn't resist the Theresa charm? Alright, even he did. But anyway, he was going to have to give it a go if he wanted to save his face - if not, he'd have to go dig himself a hole in the garden and hide there for eternity.

"Jay, oh honey, if you love me, you'll smile for me," she said, batting her eyelashes prettily at him, emerald eyes sparkling with mischief. He just wanted to swoon and die and give in. The proximity from her face to his had just narrowed to about a milimetre and his imagination was driving him wild. Of course, he wouldn't state anything that he was dreaming about right here. Ahem.

"Honey, I love you, but I can't - can't - can't..." Jay ground out the words, trying desperately not to give a goofy smile like Archie did. "I can't smile for you," he finished, thankful that he had actually gotten the words out without even smiling a beat.

There was stunned silence in the room, then everyone started clapping loudly at his achievement, with Herry whistling and everything. Jay glared at his friends, as did Theresa, who looked disappointed and almost hurt. Jay felt guilt enter his stomach in a whoosh. Had he done the wrong thing? Had he just hurt her feelings by not reciprocating with a smile? He almost knocked himself on the head. Of course not, he was being ridiculous as usual. This was only a game. Argh, Theresa seemed to cloud his thinking department all the time. Archie, meanwhile, frowned unhappily. He had currently scored no points against Jay so far. The score was two to zero, and the odds were in Jay's favour.

Theresa crossed her arms, slightly stung that Jay hadn't responded. She didn't know what to say - maybe he always blushed when she was around because the Theresa charm had been put into action, but then Theresa herself wasn't whom he loved. Feeling a little hurt and empty, she brushed away her emotions and tried to concentrate. The first thing that popped into her mind was Neil. She would try it against Neil.

Kneeling down and repeating the same action, she tried it with Neil. "Oh honey, if you love me, you'll smile for me," she tried, unfortunately not noticing the uncharacteristically envious look on Jay's tan face.

But Neil merely examined his fingernails again for the thousandth time that day and returned, "Honey, I don't love you, so why would I smile for you? Go try it on Jay again."

Theresa glared at him, but didn't feel hurt or anything. Well, it was just like him to say something as blunt and sometimes cutting like that. The rest of the group laughed aloud, except for Jay, who also similarly sent Neil the death glare.

Atlanta glanced at the clock then sighed. It had been real fun playing this game, but it was time to move on to the other games. Fifteen minutes had already past and they'd overshot the time.

"Hey hey, game over, it's been ten minutes already," she said aloud.

Odie blinked at the clock and commented, "Actually, Atlanta, fifteen minutes have passed."

Atlanta gave him a peeved look. "You'd think I'll know that?"

"Yeah, but you only mentioned that it's been ten minutes and so I felt the need to correct you and -" The look that Atlanta gave him could have melted metal. Odie winced, raised up his hands in defeat and said, "Okay, okay, I've get you already!"

Theresa rolled her eyes, still standing up. "And the next game shall be..."

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What is the next game going to be? I know this chapter doesn't have half as much action as the previous chapter. Sorry if you find it boring. My creative juices are being stomped on at the moment. ): I'm going to have to think harder. I promise I'll update soon. Meanwhile, please review all the same!