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Hi, everyone. Sorry for the lack of update until now...but hey, late is better than never, right? Sorry if it's a little, short, too.

HAPPY SUPER BOWL SUNDAY! It's my home team (the Seahawks) vs the Broncos. I think we all know who's going to win...GO SEAHAWKS! (All you all Seattleites should be cheering right now!)

Enjoy the beginning of a great game of truth or dare. If you guys have any good dares/truths, feel free to review or PM me with them!

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?"

"Truth."

"PANSYCAKE!" Uriah screams. Zeke and Four smack him.

"Who do you like?" Jack smirks and I know Christina and Ange have made sure everyone in this room will do anything and everything they can to get Four and I together.

"Four," I mutter. Four, who's sitting next to me, turns red.

"Christina, truth or dare?" I choose Chris so I can get some revenge.

"Truth….I guess. And Uriah, I swear to God, if you yell 'pansycake' I will cut your testicles off," she warns. Uriah clutches his groin area and glares at her.

"How many times have you and Will….you know?" I smirk.

"Some." She glares at me and when Zeke comments on how some isn't a number, she adds, "Eight." Then, smiling evilly, she looks at Four. "Who do you like, Four?"

"Don't I get to choose truth or dare?" Four points out.

"If you were to have chosen dare, I would have just dared you to tell us," she answers.

Four sighs. "Tris," he mutters. I redden, just like he did. "Booth."

"Dare." Booth smirks; he nearly never backs down from a dare.

I have a good idea for what Four should do, so I lean over and whisper in his ear. He grins. "I dare you to put a pair of Tris' leggings and one of her tank tops on and go to a house of my choice. You have to knock on the door and talk about being there for the stripper appointment."

"Bea, you are pure evil," Booth tells me. "Now go choose me some leggings and a tank top."

I take Four by the hand and pull him up the stairs. He and I choose a pair or green and pink zebra printed leggings and a purple tank top that's tight on me. We hand them to Booth, who groans and heads into the bathroom to change. Four, Angela and I grab our phones to videotape. Booth sticks his head out the bathroom door.

"Uhh, Bea? These don't really fit. They're a little….tight," Booth says.

Four just grins. "That's the point. Come on out, Boothie."

Booth steps out of the bathroom and I nearly die of laughter. You can literally see everything through the leggings, and the tank top doesn't go down all the way. He covers his package with his hands so no one can see it.

Everyone laughs. "Hands away, Booth," I order. "Four and I need pictures."

Booth takes his hands away long enough for me to get a few pictures. "Let's get the over with," Booth grunts, shifting his hands.

Four and I walk out of the house, with Booth and Angela close behind. "Where do we want to send him?" I ask, whispering.

"To that one old lady's house," Four answers. I realize who he's talking about and grin.

"'Kay, Boothie! We are going to that house," I say, pointing to the old lady's house. He shrugs. Four and I situate ourselves so we're hidden but can see everything that will go on. Ange hides with us, probably knowing we had a reason.

Booth knocks on the door. "Hello?"

The old lady opens the door. "Who are you?" she shrieks. "Why are you here?"

"Well, I was told that this house had a male stripper appointment. You're lucky! I'm an amazing stripper." He grins. I'm glad we've been videotaping this. "No need to be bashful, ma'am. I get lots of older ones."

Four lets out an almost inaudible snort. The lady and Booth don't notice.

"You pervert!" she screeches. "Bert!" She reaches inside of her house and grabs something.

"Look at these abs!" Booth adds, grinning. "How can these not be a turn-on?" He lifts my tank top. The old lady hits him in the jaw with an umbrella.

"Get off my property, pervert!" she shrieks. Booth massages his jaw.

"You ordered a stripper, ma'am. I can't leave until I've received my payment," he explains.

"I'll give you payment, pervert! I will call the cops unless you get off my property in the next ten seconds!" And she holds the phone out to show that she will.

Booth's eyes widen and he runs off the property. We sneak behind him, laughing once we get a safe distance away.

"What the hell is wrong with you two?" Booth asks, even though he's fighting not to smile.

"Everything," I answer, still cracking up. "By the way, Booth, we got that on video."

He shakes his head. "You guys are messed up."

Four grins. "I thought it was quite funny, actually."

Booth sticks his tongue out. "Let's just go back inside."

Once we make it back inside, everyone has already watched the video Four sent them and is laughing.

"EVERYONE SHUT UP!" Booth roars after a few minutes. He's changed back into what he was wearing before. "Good. Now, Cam, truth or dare?"