"Truth or dare?" Hanna asked him.

They had went to his house, the drive quiet but not tense, with Lucas trying to make her smile every now and then. And succeeding, much to her surprise. He seemed to be the one person she could let herself relax around, let her shoulders stop bracing for impact. Around him, she was just Hanna. No more, no less, and it was such a refreshing feeling.

After getting snacks (chips, a bowl of chocolate kisses, cheesy pretzels) they went upstairs. He brushed off her comments about getting fat again, telling her that she hadn't eaten, and girls who were super skinny got a Blow-Pop effect. Relenting, she picked up a few of the chocolates as he asked her what she wanted to do. And the only thing that came to mind was Truth or Dare.

"Earth to Lucas! Truth or dare?" she asked, tilting her head at him.

They were spread out on his floor, sitting on pillows with the bowls in between them. He had put on his music, just as loud as she liked, and she realized for the first time that he had really good taste in music – not stuff she listened to, by any means, but stuff she would like to start to.

"Truth, I guess," he said, uncomfortably. "You know, this game isn't meant to be played with two people. It's bound to get really awkward."

"Oh, lighten up," Hanna said with a grin. "Okay. Truth – this tells me that you're a chicken, good to know."

Lucas rolled his eyes at her while tossing a pretzel at her head. She laughed, dodging it easily then picking it up to roll around on the small area rug in his room. What could she ask this boy she really didn't know all that well? Pretty much anything, she thought, because she really didn't have any clue.

"Okay, I got it!" Hanna exclaimed happily, then straightening up to ask him seriously: "Do you like anyone right now?"

"I like a lot of people," he said with an indifferent shrug.

"Hey, that's cheating!" Hanna said. "You know what I meant."

"I found a loophole in your phrasing, so I took it. That doesn't make me a lesser man. Truth or dare?" Lucas asked Hanna, as he ate another chip.

"Dare," she said.

"Huh. This is difficult," Lucas said. "Uhm. Hm. I dare you to... I dare you to... eat the rest of the chocolates?"

"Lame. This game is going to take its toll on my ass," she complained as she popped a few more chocolates into her mouth.

"There's, uh, nothing wrong with your ass," he said lamely. She looked at him confused. "Trust me?"

"It'd be hard not to, after tonight. Truth or dare?" she asked quickly, trying to dispel the strange, warm feeling in the pit of her stomach at his last comment.

"Dare," he said. Then he leaned in closer to her. "I'm onto you. You'd suck me dry of all my secrets."

"Who me?" she said with a devious grin. "Okay. Dare... I dare you to... show me... your... porn?"

Admittedly, that was not what she thought was going to come out of her mouth, but she could be pretty random sometimes. And from the look on poor Lucas' face, it was worth it. He was looking everywhere but at her, blushing a bright red . Then he began to run a hand through his hair, clearing his throat.

"I don't have any porn, Hanna," he said.

"Oh come on, all guys have porn! Where is it? Under your bed?" she asked, and was answered by his laughter. "What? Too obvious?"

"No, just that it's 2010, and most guys don't sit at home looking at charcoal sketchings of naked ladies," he said, still laughing.

"So what? It's on your computer?" Hanna said. "I should've known."

"No. I would never do that to my computer. Downloading porn is like the Russian roulette of computer STD's," he said quite seriously.

"So what do you, you know, do?" she asked, not really sure she wanted to know the answer.

"Are you seriously asking me... what I think you're asking me?" he asked, pulling at the collar of his shirt.

"Too personal? Don't you trust me?" she asked with that devious grin again.

"Listen, Hanna, the thing about porn is that... it's not what I want. The girls in it... they're not what I want. Anything I do want, well, anyone, I guess – I either have to use my imagination or wait."

There was a silence that overtook the room after he spoke, and Hanna studied him. He really was unlike any other guy she had ever known. Sweet, caring, attentive, giving, funny – he really needed a girlfriend. It was such a shame that a guy like him had to wait, when idiots like Sean got whoever they wanted.

"You should let me help you," Hanna said.

"I don't... uh... Hanna... you... you might want to correct your phrasing again," he said.

"Oh god! Oh my god, you're right," she said, almost snorting as she laughed. "You should let me help you find a girlfriend. You're a really amazing guy, and you deserve to have a great girl. You know, one that you don't have to make up."

"Oh, she wasn't pretend," Lucas said with a grin.

"Oh, so there is a she?" Hanna asked.

"Isn't there always?" Lucas responded, standing up to clear the bowls. "Are you tired yet?"

Hanna shook her head. It was past three in the morning, but somehow, she just wasn't sleepy. She was having fun, and she wanted this night to last because she was sure there wouldn't be more like it. Lucas smiled at her, which immediately inspired a smile of her own.

"Good, I'm not tired either. I'm going to take these downstairs and then we could watch a movie, if you want?"

"I'd like that," Hanna said.