At that Eric’s face shifted to a color that was brighter than any pink Miguel had ever seen, “T-this mo-morning, I thought not did. Umm-yeah-so-truth or dare?” He said trying to divert that attention off him.

“Uhh,” Miguel said still recovering from the seemingly innocent boy’s indecent thoughts. “I am going to go with truth too? I am a bit scared now.”

“How often do shower, and how often do you wash your fluffy ass hair?”

“Oh thank god! That’s not so bad! I shower after every track meet or practice, so like 3 or 4 times a week. And I always wash my hair when I shower, I hate having greasy hair. Truth or dare?”

“Tru-, you know what I am not going to cower, dare!” Eric said with a voice of confidence at the end.

“Can I ask you a question beforehand that is linked to the dare?” Miguel asked while trying to hide his evil grin.

“If I get to ask you another question before you do,” Eric stated, scared.

“Okay.”

“Have you ever dressed in drag?” Eric asked, then his face blushed, because why would Miguel have dressed in drag?

Miguel surprised him by saying, “No, but oh my god, I want to dress in drag so bad. I want to but being 6’1” makes people think you are joking.”

“To be honest I thought you were going to be like,” Eric said the next part failing to imitate Miguel’s deep smooth voice, “‘Why would someone dress in drag, ew.’”

“Ouch!” Miguel laughed, “I really hope my voice doesn’t sound like that! Anyway, your question leading to the dare is are you ticklish?”

At this Eric, face fell slack, and he said in horror, a cold, a quick, “Yes.”

“I dare you to let me tickle you unless you are so sensitive that really no one can tickle you,” Miguel said, not wanting to push Eric too far out of his comfort zone.

“It’s fine, let me just sit on the ground in case I squirm too much.”

“Are you sure, once I start I might not be able to stop,” Miguel said, becoming worried about the damage he was sure to cause.

Eric sat on the ground and nodded, mentally preparing himself. Miguel got down on the ground next to him, first trying to tickle Eric’s knee, then neck. Next, he gently wiggled his nails against Eric’s stomach and sides. At this Eric began to laugh like a madman, and Miguel became very relieved that no one else was in the library. He leaned closer to the smaller boy’s body and continued the tickling. After a few more moments of Eric’s laughs, Miguel decided he had put the poor boy through enough torment, and stopped.

Once he caught his breath, he realized he was looking down at Eric, pinned between his hands, breath still irregular, and skin a vibrant pink. Something stopped Miguel from moving, even as he thought ‘Come on don’t be a creep,’ he could not make himself move.

Eric regained his senses, and peered up to see what was going on, and saw Miguel over him like that. Just as Eric gained his senses he lost them again. They both stared into the other’s eyes and lost all thought process for several seconds, minutes, or even hours, they couldn’t tell.

The ringing of the school bell to signify the end of lunch brought both boys back to their senses, Miguel hurriedly got off chanting ‘Remember Elmin his head, and Eric rose thinking ‘uh…’ they both hurried off to their languages and silently thought ‘I am going to try and forget that ever happened.’