Okay, so this chapter is longer than the last one. But I have to say one thing; The dares will be in the next chapter. This is just about them starting the game, okay?

Disclaimer: I do not own HoA.

"Come on, Amber!" Everyone exclaimed. "What is it?" She grinned. "Truth or Dare!"

Everyone gasped, and then stared at her, mouth agape.

"Wh-what?" Nina finally choked out, stuttering. "Amber, I don't think we can-"

"Oh, we can. We can and we will!" Amber added strongly, sitting up and straightening herself. "Mark my words…TDI for the world!"

"Uh, Amber? Isn't that Total Drama Island?" Mara asked hesitantly.

"Oh…yeah…then Truth or Dare for the world and many more!" Amber cheered, smiling.

Everyone stared at her, exasperated.

"Fine." Mick said, causing everyone to look at him in surprise. "…Fine, only if it meets my standards."

Amber huffed. She knew not to argue with Mick, but on second thought, everyone knew not to argue with her…

"Okay, fine. What is it?" Amber crossed her arms and looked at him expectantly.

"We will-" he paused, "have a giant burrito eating contest!"

Everyone groaned, and Amber moaned.

"Miiii-ick!" Amber whined. "Come on! It'll stain my dress!"

"Oh, poo poo, Amber, poo, poo," Jerome rolled his eyes and smirked at the blonde.

"Hey, Amber, you said," Mick smirked, but not like Jerome. He and Alfie high-fived.

Amber narrowed her eyes and humphed. "Fine," she hissed. "But I'm not doing it, okay? I don't need to mess up my nails, and if I eat that much, I'll have to go on a diet!" Amber put her arms around her stomach for emphasis and gave Mick puppy eyes.

"Fine," Mick waved the look away with his hand, along with a now happy Amber. "Anyone who doesn't want to partake in this doesn't have to. Who doesn't?"

Mara, Nina, Amber, Fabian, and Jerome raised their hands.

"Okay, I understand the girls, but really guys? Really?" Mick gave them an annoyed look.

"Hey, Mick, I don't want to stuff myself. Even if I did partake in this, you know I'd lose." Fabian pointed out, and Mick nodded turning toward Jerome.

"Hey, I just want to see how this all plays out between the two…eaters." He gave a sly grin, and wouldn't say anymore.

Snorting at him, Mick turned away. "Fine, I guess it's just me and Alfie." Saying this with a little disappointment, he turned to the skinny tanned sidekick. "Alfie, can you ask Trudy to make us some burritos?"

"Sure," Alfie shrugged, "though she may not have to. I think we were going to have it for dinner, anyway." Turning around, Alfie ran off to the laundry room to find Trudy.

As he entered, he recognized the house mother. As her back was turned, he tapped on her shoulder. "Um, Trudy…?"

"Oh!" Trudy spun around, and then smiled warmly when she saw it was only Alfie. "Oh, Alfie, it's only you," she said, putting a hand to her heart. "You scared me, you know."

"Sorry, Truds," Alfie smiled apologetically. "I came here to ask you a question."

"Ask away, then," she replied, picking up a pile of clothes from the basket and putting them in the wash.

"Well, Trudy, we're playing Truth or Dare, and-"

"Oh, I know," she looked up and smiled. "You want me to make you tater tots covered in apple juice and splattered in spaghetti, is it? Dipped in ketchup? Did Jerome give you the same dare from last time, hmm?" she chuckled as she remembered the memory.

"Oh, no," Alfie quickly said, putting his hands up. "Actually, this is something tasty. Like that wasn't, though," he added jokingly, causing Trudy to chuckle. "But, um, Trudy, see, Mick said we're going to have a burrito eating contest, and whoever eats the most burritos gets to go first, so…"

"Ah, I see. You heard I had burritos I was making for dinner as a special order from Nina, remember she wanted us to see her American traditions, you know," she added. "But anyway, you want to use them, is that it?"

Alfie nodded quickly.

Trudy sighed.

"Alright, as long as you don't make a mess. But you'll have to wait extra long for dinner while I make more. If you have any," she added, chuckling as she seemed to be doing a lot.

"Oh, thank you!" Alfie put his hands up like he was going to hug her, but thought again differently. Turning around, he sped out of the laundry room.

"You're welcome, dear!" Trudy called after him and laughed.

"Hey, guys!" Alfie said as he sped into the room and crashed into the couch.

"We're not all 'guys' you know," Mara said, turning to look at him and crossing her arms. "Three of us are girls."

"Of course it would be you to point that out, Mara," Jerome laughed as he walked next to her chair, making Amber and Nina stand up and smack the back of his head, as they were in the chairs next to her, and Nina was on the love seat with Fabian.

"Okay, guys? Let's just hear what Alfie has to say. Thanks," Mick said from the back of Mara's couch where he was throwing his ball.

"Okay!" Alfie shot up from where he was beside Amber. "Truds said yes. But!" Alfie cut into the other's excitement, mainly Mick's-"But, she said we will have to wait longer for Nina's American dinner, as she will need to make more."

"Okay," Mick nodded. "We can work with that."

"Really, Mick? Because you're the ones who are going to be eating it, not us," Fabian said from where he was with his arm around Nina.

"Ah, Fabian, you can wait! Maybe get some apples from the bowl, yeah? Or cheese from the fridge? Maybe you can learn how to make a pickle!" Mick called over his shoulder as he entered the kitchen.

Fabian rolled his eyes as everyone laughed, and getting up, he followed Mick into the kitchen. "Maybe we can get some apples from the bowl, yeah?" he mimicked Mick as he turned to look at them. "Or learn how to make a pickle? They're going to be the only ones eating it."

Smiling Nina said, "Okay. But first, let's help them set it up. Then we can make a pickle," Nina followed Fabian into the kitchen, everyone-but Amber-trailing behind.

"What's all this talk about pickles?" she said confused. "And how do you even make one?"

Line.

"Okay. Ready…Set…Go!" Fabian yelled, and the race started.

Mick and Alfie started stuffing their faces with burritos, and the sauce began to drip onto their napkins, or bibs as Jerome calls it.

Mick pulled ahead with five burritos, with Alfie trailing behind with two. Alfie suddenly lurched ahead in the lead with six burritos, and Mick had to wait with his five, because he needed a drink of water.

It suddenly tied with seven burritos each, both looking a little green, but each plowed on.

Soon Mick had thirteen and Alfie thirteen, another tie. Clutching his stomach, Alfie moaned and took a glass of water. It was a mistake. Hurriedly eating two more burritos, Mick had fifteen with Alfie still on thirteen.

Groaning, Alfie suddenly dropped the burrito he was holding and fell to the ground, Mick already have eaten eighteen and he by now looking very queasy. It was set.

Mick one.

"Good job, Mick!" Amber cheered. "Sorry, Boo," she looked down at Alfie as he lay moaning on the floor.

"Okay, before we start, can we have some rules?" Patricia shot a look at Jerome and continued. "Okay, first rule-you can only chicken out on a dare once. When you do, you have to answer a truth that will still be as bad as the dare. Next-we will use a bottle and spin it to see who you'll dare. Mick can choose who he'll dare because he's starting off the game, but then it's up to the bottle."

Jerome nodded. "Even enough, even enough," Turning around he called, "Alfie! Get me a bottle from the kitchen."

Silence.

"Alfie's on the floor, slimeball," Patricia hissed, smacking Jerome on the back of the head.

Jerome chuckled. "I know. Just wanted to test it out. There's an empty milk bottle right here," he pulled it off the counter. "I guess Trudy didn't throw it out from when she was cooking."

Soon everyone was gathered in a circle on the floor, including a sick looking Alfie. Setting the bottle down, Mick looked at each of them.

"You," he pointed to Jerome. "I dare you."

Okay! I already know from the reviews what I think Mick is going to dare Jerome, but you can review what you want him to dare him. Oh, and-when you leave a dare, you have to say who dares that person. If not, I'll have to make it up. Just a notice!

Now review! I know you want to very badly. I can feel it.

:P

~Dragonclaw11