Warning: This story will be updated only when the author is on crack. Viewer discretion is advised.

. . .Just kidding about the discretion part. Please, viewers, VIEW ALL YOU WANT. AND REVIEW. BUT. . .the crack thing is probably true XD

Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN THE CHARACTERS OF POKéMON. OR THE POKéMON.

The blaring voice came over the loudspeaker. We will be arriving at Lake Verity in approximately three hours.

"C'mon, guys!" Barry shouted enthusiastically, rewarding Volkner with a splitting headache. "Let's play Truth or Dare!"

"I don't think so," Cheryl disagreed. "I'm pretty sure some people here – " she glared at Gardenia – "will think of some disturbing dares. We don't want to traumatize the poor bus driver."

This earned a quiet laugh from Cynthia. "That is true."

"Fine," Dawn said earnestly. "We'll set up some rules. No sexual actions of any kind allowed, and no kissing either. And no hurting anybody here."

"Sounds fair," Cynthia said.

"I'm in," Riley and Roark chimed, and their voice was met with assent from the rest of the students.

"You wanna add the Seven rule?"

"Sure," Marley said. "Here's the Seven rule – the seventh person to be picked will have to do two of whatever they want – two dares, two truths, or one of each. Oh, and you can't pick the same person twice in a row."

"Okay, let's start!" Barry shouted, grinning. "I'll ask first, the person who I pick will choose the next person, and so on. Um. . ." He scanned the bus mischievously. "Big bro Volkner!"

"Sweet mother of Mew, why is it always me?" Volkner muttered.

"Truth or dare, Volky?"

"Don't call me that," he hissed. "And dare."

Barry smirked. "I dare you to open the bus window and scream FUCK at the top of your lungs for thirty seconds."

The whole bus snickered. Volkner signed resignedly. "Fine."

"This'll be fun!" Barry laughed.

Volkner pushed down the bus window and sent Barry a venomous glare before taking a long, deep breath. "FUUUUUUUUUUU – "

Everybody exploded with laughter, even Marley. The fact that the resigned Volkner would yell such a foul word so loudly was incredibly hilarious. Candice and Gardenia had slumped down in their seats, giggling helplessly, while Cynthia covered her mouth with her hand in order to stop the flow of her soft but continuous laughter. Barry was in tears.

"–UUUCKK!" Volknerfinally finished, cheeks beet red with embarrassment, and slammed closed the window with finality. "Are you happy?"

Barry had tears streaming down his face. "Yeah – yeah, I am. . .Oh, Arceus, that was hilarious."

The spiky-haired boy gave Barry a smack. "Shut up. Um, Candice, truth or dare?"

"Truth," came her reply.

"Okay. How many boys have you kissed?"

"Lame," Roark hissed, earning another slap.

Candice shrugged the question off. "Three."

Volkner nodded. "Okay then." He just wanted to get it over.

"Hmm. . .Maylene, truth or dare?"

"Dare!" replied the pinkette eagerly.

"Okay, I dare you to go up to Lucian and. . .touch his hair without him noticing it!"

"What?!" Maylene yelled. "That is so not fair!"

Candice smirked. "Why? It doesn't look too bad. Besides, I dared you."

She huffed. "Fine." Walking down the stairs, Candice followed Maylene and motioned for the rest of the students to follow her.

Maylene took a deep breath and darted across the bus to where their purple-haired Math and Science teacher sat, facing the opposite direction.

Hesitantly, she reached out and touched one of his violet locks, barely suppressed a gasp, and darted back up the bus.

Candice was laughing hysterically. "You look like you've seen a Gengar! What was it like?"

Maylene's eyes were glazed over. "Hair. . .so. . .soft. . ." She slumped down onto her seat next to Candice, who looked positively baffled.

"Soft?" she muttered. "I'll have to try it one day."

The game went on with Mira admitting to still sleeping with a stuffed animal. As for the dares, Roark had to paint his nails bright pink, and forcing Riley to sing "Hot Air Drifloon" by Noctowl City five pitches higher than normal.

Riley sheepishly adjusted his blue hat as he finished singing the final, off-pitch note, noticing lots of wincing from his "audience", although they knew he was singing badly on purpose. "Okay, Volkner, truth or dare?"

"Me again?" Volkner moaned. "Why, why, why?"

"Just tell me," Riley said, grinning.

"Fine. Truth."
"Oh, and remember," Dawn added. "This is the seventh question – that means you have to do two of 'em."

Cheryl decided to take pity on Volkner. "But after these two, you can drop out."

Volkner sighed in relief. "Alright, let's get this over with."

"Alright. First question: How much hair gel do you use?"

Volkner looked at him, baffled. "I don't use hair gel."

Silence.

"WAAAAH!" Gardenia screamed, breaking the silence. "What did you just say?"

"I. . .don't use hair gel?"

"No fucking way," Maylene got out. "That's impossible."

"There is no way," Dawn said forcefully, "that Volkner doesn't gel his hair. No. I despise the fact that he doesn't. What the hell, man, 'I'm-Volkner-and-I-don't-use-hair-gel'. My ASS!"

Barry snorted with laughter at this. "Yeah, Dawn's right. Volkner has to use hair gel."

"Dammit, just touch it if you don't believe me."

BIG mistake.

"Yeaaaah!" Barry roared, shooting out of his seat like a rocket and running his hands through Volkner's spiky hair.

"Well. . .shit," was Cynthia's only response to Volkner's answer and Barry's actions.

Eventually, Barry calmed down enough to settle back down into his seat.

Riley gave him a sheepish smirk. "Sorry about that, man."

"Those were the worst five minutes of my life, and that's saying something."

Riley gave Volkner a sympathetic look. "Truth or dare?"

"Dare."

Barry snickered, and was promptly shut up by a sound smack from Cynthia.

"Hmm. . .describe a girl here in the most lovey-dovey way that you can. You need to include the words beautiful and sexy."

"Wha – what kind of a dare is that?"

Riley shrugged. "Just made it up on the spot. Choose a girl."

"I, uh. . ."

"You want me to choose for you?"

". . .Fine," Volkner said resignedly. He turned to the girls. "Just. . .uh, don't take this personally or anything. It's Riley's fault. Blame him." This earned a small round of laughter from the bus.

Riley scanned the girls, and his gaze landed.

"Cynthia."

Cynthia's eyes widened slightly and she flushed the lightest shade of pink. "Really, Riley?"

"Yep," he said, grinning. "Fire away, Volkner."

Volkner gave Cynthia an embarrassed smile. "Again, not my fault, Cyn." He took a deep breath.

"Cynthia is the most beautiful, sexy girl I've ever laid eyes on," he started, earning a sigh from Riley as both of the required words were used already. "Her hair is knee-length and blond, but somehow doesn't get in her way. Her bangs cover one of her steel-blue eyes, and. . .uh. . ." He looked at Riley for prompts, which was a mistake, as Riley mouthed, Body.

Volkner gave Riley a glare that clearly said, What the hell, man. "Well, Cynthia is an absolutely gorgeous girl. She's two inches or so taller than average, and. . .um. . ."

"Her boobs are on the small side?" offered Marley, which led to Maylene thumping her on the head rather hard. "What?! They're on the tiny side of a B cup, which is being generous."

"Shut the fuck up, Marley," Cheryl groaned, placing her head in her hands. Marley's eyes widened in rage and she leaped onto Cheryl, pummeling her and starting yet another catfight.

Cynthia, still blushing, checked her watch. Her expression morphed into a grimace.

Ten minutes gone, 2 hours and 50 minutes to go.

If any of you people out there dare tell me that you don't want to hear Volkner scream "FUCK" at the top of his lungs, then you have no sense of humor. XD

BTW, "Hot Air Drifloon" by Noctowl City is a parody of "Hot Air Balloon" by Owl City. I, in no way, shape, or form, have ever owned, or own, the song or the band. But really, you should check it out, I love all of Owl City' songs XD.

. . .and I felt a need to have a guy describe Cynthia. So now you know what she looks like. Sue me.