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Hey, everyone. I might not be able to update tomorrow (ready chapter 37 of my other FanFic for the full explanation), so the next update might be Sunday. Enjoy my update and happy Friday (even though Friday's pretty much over...)

Four is silent after that, and I follow his example. I doze off to Four's snores a little while after we stop talking, too.

"OOOHHH!" someone squeals. "They're so cute together!"

I blink. I move around a little and realize I'm wrapped up in Four's arms and we're snuggled up against each other. I sigh a little and snuggle back into his chest. On reflex, his arms wrap around me a little tighter.

"Trissy? Four?" someone whispers. We both groan. The person - or people, as is evident by the three different pitches of giggling - pokes me. "Wake up!"

I open my eyes and glare at Christina, Marlene and Ange. Four sits up behind me, rubbing his eyes sleepily. He puts his arm back around my shoulders and we yawn. "What?" I ask.

"Everyone's here," Marlene replies, eye sparkling.

"What did you do?" Four adds, a warning tone in his voice.

"Umm, we may have taken a picture and sent it out," Chris replies, grinning.

Four puts on his "intimidating" face. "You will pay for this, Christina and Marlene. And you, girl-whose-name-I-forgot."

"Angela," I whisper.

"Angela," he adds.

They smirk at us and leave. I stand and offer Four a hand. He takes it and stands up, wincing once. "You want to change into something else?" I ask. "We're playing truth or dare."

He nods. "I don't really have any other clothes right now, though, and we don't have any time to go to my house."

"Come on. My dad has a closet for a reason," I point out. Four chuckles and allows me to pull him to my father's room. When we step in, I look around at the familiar gray walls, white trim, gray bed and white dresser. The closet door is white, too.

I open the closet and Four looks around, choosing a pair of black jeans I got for Dad two years ago, a white undershirt, a black button-down shirt, and a black hoodie. I chuckle at his choice and hand him a clean pair of boxers. I send him into Dad's bathroom, too, explaining how to use the shower before leaving and heading down the stairs. Everyone is silently gathered at the bottom, and they all stare at me when I walk down.

"What?"

"Where's Four?" Zeke pipes up after a second.

"Showering. Why?"

"'Cause we got a text from Chris that said how cute of a couple you two were and had a picture of you two napping," Uriah answers, eyebrows raised.

"We aren't a couple," I insist.

Everyone sitting down there - Booth, Mar, Chris, Uri, Zeke, Jack, Ange, Shauna, Zach, Will, and Cam - raises their eyebrows disbelievingly.

"Then why did you fall asleep in his arms?" Booth asks.

"I didn't I fell asleep lying next to him." I shake my head. "I'm not really sure how I ended up in his arms."

Booth, Ange, and Chris snort. "Yeah, right."

"No, it's true," Four says, walking down the stairs with wet hair and in the clean clothes. He has his dirty ones in his hand, and I take them and throw them in the wash. "We were just talking, and then I guess we dozed off. I woke up with my arms wrapped around her. We're just friends, guys. I promise."

Everyone shakes their heads.

"Okay!" I say suddenly. "Is everyone ready for some truth or dare?"

Booth grins. "Very. Do the CP kids know how we Lincoln Park people play?"

I shake my head. "Wanna explain, Boothie?"

"Don't call me that," he growls. Then he turns to the group. "Okay, so Lincoln Park truth or dare is kind of like strip truth or dare. There are a few changes, though. One: if and only if you are in only your underwear - boxers or brief for guys, bras and panties for girls - you can kiss one person of the same gender in the person has to be your least favorite person of that gender, too. So I, for instance, would have to kiss Zach. Or maybe Will. Two: if you get kissed by someone, you can put a layer back on of your choice. Three: no dares to make someone delete pictures or videos of other dares. Four: no dares that could cause someone real harm, like jumping off the roof of the house - that's just dangerous. Five: nothing with big amounts of money. Five: Seven Minutes in Heaven is played in the guest bedroom upstairs. Six: first person to have to take off a piece of underwear loses. Everyone understand?"

Everyone from CP nods. Zeke and Uri look at each other. "This is way better than normal truth or dare!" they yell in unison.

"Then let's get started!" Jack says, rubbing his hands together. "Bea! Truth or dare?"