Fighting Temptation
Chapter Seventeen: Another Round of Truth or Dare (Part 1)
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This chapter has been edited by CherryBerry12.
Bella Swan
Mike bombarded us as soon as we entered our room. "Guys, I've been thinking. I think it's time for another round of truth or dare."
"Whatever," Tyler said without removing his eyes from the television screen.
Edward tilted his head toward me. I nodded. I wasn't creative with these things, but it was a fun game to play. "As long as I don't have to be naked again, I'll play," Edward said.
After everyone agreed on the no-stripping rule, we situated ourselves around the room. Mike settled into one of the chairs by the window, folding his hands in front of his chest. "Alright, let get this game going! Bella, truth or dare."
One glance at Mike's face told me truth was the safest option. "Truth."
He hesitated, and I wondered if he only had a dare planned when he asked. "Um, have you ever stuffed your bra?"
"Nope," I answered simply. "Tyler, truth or dare?"
Tyler debated for a few moments before choosing truth, and I asked him the age-old question. "What would you do for a Klondike bar?"
The room went quiet. "Is that really want you want to know?" Tyler asked, utterly bewildered.
I covered my face, fighting against Edward's hands as he tried to move my hands. "I suck at this." Eventually Edward won, wrangling my hands firmly into his and far from my face.
"Tyler," Edward prompted with a slight incline toward me.
"I'd go to the store and buy one." I wanted to argue his answer, but he didn't actual break any rules. I let the sarcastic clap from Mike serve as a response from me too.
"Edward?" Tyler asked.
"I'll do truth too." Edward stretched his legs out on the bed, softly bumping my knee.
"Okay. Why was the chicken crossing the road?"
Edward stayed silent for a few moments. "Is that my question or the start of a joke?"
"I don't know man, I panicked. I guess, um, if you were the chicken crossing the road, what was on the other side?"
The game was already the worst and least entertaining game of truth or dare I had ever played.
"Because there was a shiny object on the other side? I don't know." Edward tilted his face toward me.
"Bella, truth or dare?" Edward asked.
"Truth."
A softness crossed his face. "Tell us something about yourself that no one else knows."
I only needed a moment to ponder before I answered. "I am deathly afraid of clowns."
"Deathly afraid?" Mike mocked
"I got lost in a funhouse when I was ten. I was terrified to the point I ended up passing out and woke up to a ring of concerned clowns around me. There is nothing more terrifying than being surrounded by a clan of clowns," I defended myself.
Mike was cringing by the end, shaking his head. "Fair enough."
I kept my eyes on Mike. "Truth or dare?"
He threw his hands in the air. "I might as well pick truth too, don't wanna make this a fun game or anything."
"What's one of your most embarrassing moments, excluding anything that's happened since we've been in Seattle?"
"Last summer I went to a week-long summer camp, and some of my cabin buddies stole and hid all my clothes while I was in the shower. I mean, instead of being embarrassed and hiding in the cabin, I decided to flaunt my goods all day… but I didn't take into account the poison ivy … or the naked walk of shame to the nurse's after my entire lower body was covered in rashes. Not only did I get poison ivy but I got reprimanded for indecent exposure."
I wasn't sure if my face showed my shock or disgust more.
"So, yeah. Tyler, truth or dare?"
"Dare," Tyler replied without hesitating. "Better?"
A slow, satisfied smile stretched across Mike's face. "You have to propose to Jasper tomorrow."
Tyler's eyes widened. "What?"
"You heard me. You have to propose to Jasper. Full on, down on one knee and the little speech about how he's the only one your heart will ever belong to and how you will love him forever and ever. All the mushy bits, just no ring needed."
"Why?" Tyler voice was muffled as he pulled a pillow over his face.
"You've already done something to Emmett. It's only fair to include Jasper."
"I hate you," Tyler stated and flipped Mike a very specific finger. I pressed my lips together to contain my laughter.
"I mean, be happy he picked Jasper not Emmett. Emmett would go along with it, guaranteed. Jasper will just laugh," Edward chimed in, trying to make Tyler feel a bit better.
I snorted, unable to hold it in anymore. Edward reached up covered my mouth with his hand, but it was far too late. Tyler slowly emerged from underneath the pillow, his face smoothed into perfect calmness.
"Mike, truth or dare?" A very small grin growing at Mike's hesitation.
"Dare," Mike answered cautiously.
"You have to serenade Lori tomorrow. Your choice of song, of course."
Any lingering trace of amusement was washed from Mike's face. You know I can't sing right?" Mike's voice distinctively elevated and octave or two.
Tyler beamed. "Oh, I know."
Mike was fuming, looking positively livid as time wore on. I thought Mike would call the game off, mad at the turn of events. He surprised me as he took a deep breath and faced Edward and I on the bed.
"Edward? Mike finally asked.
"Dare," he responded. He was at ease, his shoulder relaxed and unafraid of what Mike would throw his way.
"Two words. Skinny. Dipping."
"Recall the no nudity rule," Edward drawled, the picture of ease as Mike looked ready to pull his hair out.
"Damn it! Fine, I change my mind." Mike turned to me. "Bella, truth or dare?"
I knew I might regret it, but I decided to take pity on Mike. "Dare."
"Have you ever read the list of one-hundred-and-one fun things to do at Wal-Mart?"
Unease crept into my stomach. "Yes," I admitted.
"Excellent. I dare you to complete eight things on the list."
I was ready to vomit. I should have never taken pity on Mike. I should have never tried to make the game interesting by choosing dare.
"Which eight?" I asked, twisting my fingers together.
"We'll all pitch in and make a list." Mike searched for the full list on his phone and beckoned Edward and Tyler over. Edward pressed a quick kiss to my forehead on his way. They spend a few minutes passing the phone around and whispering. Eventually Tyler grabbed the stationery pad from the desk and started jotting down their makeshift list. After a few rounds of writing things down and crossing others off the list, the guys turned to face me.
"The official list is decided. You have to one; follow someone until they notice. Two; drape a blanket around you and run around saying 'I'm Batman. Come, Robin, to the bat cave.' Three;, run between a group of people yelling 'Red Rover'. Four; throw things into neighbouring aisles. Five; put lingerie in the men's department and in old men's carts when they aren't looking. Six; walk up to a complete stranger and say 'Hi! I haven't seen you in so long.', etc. See if they play along. Seven; get condoms and randomly put them in peoples' carts when they aren't looking. And eight; run up to a male employee while squeezing your legs together and practically yell at him 'I need a tampon!'" Tyler gave me a sheepish smile when he finished reading the list.
I could feel my cheeks burning. I knew I was about to have one of the most embarrassing days of my life. Edward pulled me off the bed and onto my feet, helping me into my coat as he sensed my reluctance to move.
"I'll be right here with you," he promised, twining his fingers with mine as we braved the cold air. My feet felt leadened as Edward pulled me forward, step by step. We reached the store far too soon for my liking. Edward propelling me another step forward as we crossed the parking lot.
Mike halted in front of the door, rubbing his hands together. "Alright lads and lass, welcome to Wal-Mart!"
A/N: Wal-Mart shenanigans are coming up next!