Part 10

Oh! Everyone's comments made me so happy!

Anyway…This isn't much of a real chapter but follows the antics of the handcuffed trio. Enjoy!

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Truth or Dare

The Magnificent Adventures of McWillikinsPukieRoo!

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Luke had to go to the bathroom….really bad.

He crossed his legs trying to ignore it. But nature kept on calling…or rather, yelling at him, that he needed to relive himself.

This is going to be awkward….he thought.

The three of them (Chase, Luke, and Gill) were all eating dinner at the inn. It was the only place they could agree upon. Chase was eating a pasta with his free right hand. Luke was struggling to eat a steak, each time he tried to cut himself a bite to eat Chase's hand would flop around and make it nearly impossible to see what he was doing. Gill was holding his fork in his left hand and trying to eat some spaghetti doused in tomato sauce. He was having troubles winding the noodles around his fork (he had no coordination in his left hand) and his face was getting more and more contorted with frustration every time the fork fell from his hand.

No one had spoken a word since they had sat down to eat.

But that silence was finally broken when Luke whimpered.

"Guys…I gotta pee."

Gill's eye twitched. "Too bad." he said.

"No…you don't realize how bad I gotta pee!!" Luke exclaimed struggling to get to his feet with two dead weights on either hand. "I'm gunna pee my pants!"

"Go ahead then…" Gill mumbled, starring determinedly at his plate. Turn the fork, turn the fork, lift it to mouth…SPLAT! It hit the plate, sending tomato sauce into his face. He slammed the table in frustration then cleaned his face with a napkin in his right hand, causing Luke to lean over the table getting BBQ sauce all over his shirt.

"You must be forgetting…" Luke said, trying to lick the sauce from his shirt. "If I pee my pants you are gunna have to smell it until tomorrow."

Gill was suddenly to his feet, yanking Luke, and then, Chase, as he stormed to the bathroom.

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After leaving the inn the three of them hit a crossroads. Literally.

Where were they going to stay? At Luke's, Gill's, or Chase's?

Luke started off in the direction of his house but might as well have been walking on a treadmill, going nowhere fast, for Gill and Chase stood stock still on either side of him.

"Come on guys, lets go to my house." The blue haired boy offered.

"There is no way in heck I am setting foot in your house." Gill spat bitterly. Chase just shrugged.

"Yeah….maybe that's a good idea…." Luke said thoughtfully. "I'm not sure how my dad would react if he saw us like this….I think Bo is already scarred for life…."

Gill rolled his eyes, infuriated that this was actually happening, and stomped off down the road toward his house. Luke was jerked along behind him and in turn Chase tripped into line. "Hey, who said we agreed to go to your house!?" Luke complained to the back of Gill's head.

"Any objections?" Gill huffed.

Luke thought for a moment. "Well, no…."

"None here." Chase chimed in.

"Then my house it is." And with that the procession went down the road to Gill's house. Gill in the lead leaning forward at nearly a ninety degree angle, then Luke dragging his heels into the dirt like a mule, and finally Chase who dawdled behind, tripping over his own feet.

When they arrived at the house, Gill let himself in and then glared at the other two until they followed suit. Hamilton looked up from the paper he was reading and waved to awkward crew as they stumbled in. "Hey boys!" The mayor said. "It's good to see you again." Then he went back to his work.

Luke exchanged a look with Chase and wondered if Gill came home attached by the wrist to random boys in handcuffs often. Especially pink fluffy ones. Chase shrugged as if to say To each his own…

"My room is upstairs." Gill said all huffily pointing toward said stairs.

"It's too early to go to bed!" Luke complained like a five year old wanting to stay up late. "Lets do something!"

"Like what? What is there to do when you are attached to a complete idiot! Much more, what would you want to do!?" Gill spat.

Luke looked from Gill to Chase, then back to Gill. "Don't call yourself an idiot." Gill glared at the 'natural blue' and realized his stupidity was causing him physical pain.

"We could watch T.V." Chase offered, seeing that if Gill and Luke were the only ones coming up with ideas someone would lose an arm. Whether it was Gill chopping Luke's arm off or Luke chopping his own arm off. "Wonderful idea!" Luke cheered pulling the other two toward the couch. He plopped down in the center suddenly causing the boys on either side of him to fall haphazardly onto the couch, and reached for the remote with his left arm which so happened to be attached to Gill's right.

"I'll take that." Gill said, reaching out further then Luke with his right arm then tossed the remote into his left hand out of the other boy's reach. "Oh come on!" Luke complained. "I don't want to watch some stupid show that you want to watch!"

"Too bad." Gill replied icily.

Luke lunged for the remote. His right hand shot forward throwing Chase into a face plant on the floor. Then he scrambled on top of Gill, ignoring Gill's furious shouts and Chase's whimpering, and snatched the remote out of Gill's left hand. He then plopped back down on the couch, switched the T.V. to wrestling, and then wondered why Chase was laying on the floor. He leaned forward and jingled the cuffs that held them together. "Get up Chasy-Roo. You're missing WRESTLING!!!!!" And with that his voice dropped an octave as he started flexing his arms and making Hulk noises. He turned to Gill and said, "Do you have your tickets?"

Gill looked at him as if he had three eyes and said nothing.

"I said, do you have your tickets!?" Luke urged.

"Tickets to what?" Gill finally spat.

"To the GUN SHOW!!!!" He then flexed his arms an inch away from Gill's nose. "See my guns? See my guns? Their names are Baby Bear and Papa Bear!"

"Idiot." Gill grumbled smacking Luke right on the forehead with the flat of his palm and reached for the remote, but the blue haired boy held it behind himself protectively. At that moment Chase leapt up from his position on the floor and took advantage of Luke's fighting off Gill and swiped the remote from his outstretched hand. Both Luke and Gill stared at Chase in surprise as he calmly sat back down on the couch and switched the channel to the home cooking network.

They all sat in silence while some Emril impersonator whipped up some meatloaf surprise.

"Look at those vegetables…" Chase mumbled starry eyed. Luke and Gill exchanged looks. "Enough of that. It's making me hungry." Luke announced stealing the remote back easily, only to find it had suddenly disappeared from his hand and reappeared in Gill's. "Oh come on!" Luke exclaimed. "Change it to wrestling!"

"No way in heck." Gill growled.

"Fine!" Luke said. "As long as its not what you normally watch."

"And just what do I normally watch!?" Gill hissed into Luke's face.

"Oprah." He said matter-of-factly.

A frown spread over Gill's face. He had been pegged. "Fine." he huffed. "But I'll pick the channel as long as we can agree to disagree." Luke nodded and Chase just shrugged. "Okay then…" Gill said almost regretfully as he punched the buttons slowly into the all powerful device he held in his hands. The screen flashed to an opening scene with two lovers held in each others arms while that unmistakable theme music played in the background.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Luke let our a blood curdling scream and flung his arms over his head, as if the ceiling was going to fall on him, making the arms of the boys on either side of him hang at an awkward angle. "Anything but 'I couldn't help but Love you!'"

"Any votes for turning off the T.V.?" Gill asked.

"Aye!" Luke's hand shot up.

"Aye!" Chase said with a nod.

Then simultaneously they all stood up and marched up the stairs.

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Now the three of them were sitting on the floor in Gill's room staring at one another not knowing what to do. Luke still insisted that it was too early to go to bed so that idea was thrown out the window.

"Well…" Luke finally broke the silence. "How about we play a game?"

"What sort of game?" Gill asked gruffly. "Not truth or dare I hope."

"Oh no, not that. I was thinking something like Twister. Do you have Twister?"

Gill raised an eyebrow and said, "You've got to be kidding me. You do realize that we are all hooked together and so playing Twister will be nearly impossible, right? What a stupid idea. I'm not playing."

"What!?" Luke said all whiney. "I bet you are just afraid! You must have heard I am a master of the art of Twister! None shall beat me!" He flexed his arms again.

"Shut up, you idiot, I'm not afraid of you! And there is no way I would lose to you!" Gill bellowed. "I just hope you don't cry when it's all over!"

"Oh don't worry, I'm gunna rub your stuck up nose into the plastic mat!" Luke taunted.

Gill puffed up his chest and glared down at Luke. "The stupid game is in there!" He said and pointed towards the closet.

"Oh great!" Luke exclaimed and scurried toward the closet dragging the other two behind him. The Twister box was at the very top so Luke jumped with his hands outstretched to reach it, but was too short and only caused Gill and Chase pain as their arms were also yanked up into the air. "Knock it off!" Gill spat, shoving him aside and snatching the box with ease then handing it to the giddy boy next to him.

In seconds the Twister mat had been laid out with its happy red, blue, yellow, and green dots smiling up at them. "Me first!" Luke announced grabbing the spinner and giving the black dial a good twirl. "Yes! Right hand blue!" He promptly bent in half and placed his right hand on the first blue dot, consequently, so did Chase, except with his left. Gill smirked at the ridiculous scene then took his turn to spin the spinner. "Left leg yellow." He slid his left loafer under Luke and on the yellow dot. Now it was Chase's turn. While still bent over with all the blood rushing to his head, Chase flicked the dial with his index finger. "Right foot blue. Oh, that's easy!" So he simply turned his body sideways and placed his sandaled foot on the blue dot one away from where Luke's hand was.

"My turn!" Proclaimed Luke, stealing the spinner out from under Chase's nose. "Hmmm…Right hand green." He moved his hand to the green dot making Chase wobble precariously. Then Gill took his turn. "Left hand red…" He mumbled, swiveling his body into a lunging position as he reached for the red dot and had his right arm arched behind him dangling from Luke's left. On Chase's turn he got a 'Left leg blue' and he smiled happily at his simple move while the other two were having a harder time balancing. It only got worse from there. Moments later, Luke was nearly a pretzel as he tried to reach all the dots with his limbs. With his left arm on red and his right arm on green, it was a stretch, but not all that bad. But his legs were all twisted. One looped over Gill and the other sprawled under Chase, all while trying not to touch the ground. Then on Gill's turn he spun a 'Right hand on yellow'.

"Uh-oh" Luke groaned, which was then followed by a yelp when Gill moved his right hand quickly toward the yellow dot, knocking Luke's balance completely off as his hand was forced to follow. They all fell in a heap, Chase smashed on the bottom, Luke pinned in the middle, and Gill on top staring at the ceiling.

"Well….that was short lived." Chase moaned from under Luke.

"Yeah." Luke said, trying to wiggle free. "Lesson learned: Do not play Twister in handcuffs."

"I would have thought that had been obvious…" Muttered Gill.

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Finally Luke approved of them going to sleep. Either he was physically tired or he was tired of the lame things they had come up with to entertain themselves. Now they all were sprawled on the floor of Gill's room on futons in the order of their cuffs.

Luke was spread eagle, staring up at the dark ceiling as the breeze from the open window caressed his cheek. Chase was laying with his right arm behind his head, his mind swimming in his precious memories of the previous night. (His date with Akari.) And Gill was curled with his back to the other two, feigning sleep, his eyes open in tiny slits, and his hair fluffed out like a new born chick's. He was praying for sleep to take him away from this horrible situation, and that it could be morning. Even though it was practically impossible for him to actually fall asleep, seeing as the dang crickets outside were having a freakin fiesta.

Luke interrupted the crickets as he whispered in the darkness, "Are you asleep Chase?"

"No." Was the reply from the other boy.

"Oh." There was a long pause that was filled with more annoying chirping sounds, then he finally spoke again. "I was wondering…"

"About what?" Chase asked.

"I was wondering…if you really liked Akari? Like as much more than a friend…?"

There were uncomfortable rustlings on Chase's side of the room as he tried to hide his face even though they couldn't see him blushing in the dark. "Yes." He finally said. "I do."

Gill shut his eyes tightly feeling as though the world had stopped. The crickets stopped chirping, the wind stopped blowing, he even stopped breathing. Why did it hurt so much to hear that? He had seen it coming, it wasn't a surprise. But it hurt all the same. It ached as if there was a big ol' pit in his stomach.

As more than a friend…? He thought. Could I like Akari as more than a friend too?

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Well there you have it. The amazing adventures of Gill, Chase, and Luke!

There is a slight bit of the story line at the end, but other than that it is all sillyness!

Hope you liked it! Please Review!!! (reviews give me inspiration wink wink)

Oh, and if you have no idea what Twister is then I'm sorry. That whole section must have been quite confusing but I couldn't resist! Please don't try playing Twister in handcuffs at home. Thanks!