"Truth," I decided. "Let's go with truth." Miny tremors shot through my hands. This was a horrible game to play, and I knew that by the end of the night she would know some things that I didn't want her to find out.

Her eyes narrowed at me and I shot her a nervous smile. "Alright," she said after a long moment. "Have you ever kissed a boy?" She sat back, satisfied with her question while I blinked, confused.

"That's... Unexpectedly tame. No. No I have not kissed a boy."

"What?" she shouted. "No way! You can't be serious! Come on, that's no fun. I was all prepared to ask you who and when and how and CRAP GIRL you just ran me out of most of my questions!"

Smiling at her tantrum, I grabbed the bottle of whipped cream from her and sprayed some in my mouth. "Serves you right," I teased around a mouth of sweetness.

"What did I do to deserve this?"

Ignoring her, I tipped the can back again and asked her "truth or dare?"

She glared. "Dare."

"Uuuuugh I suck at this game. Um alright. Let me sharpie a quote of your choice on your face."

She stared at me, eyes like plates in her head. "Hell. No."

Before she could blink, I smashed a handful of whipped cream onto her face and watched as she flipped off the bed and landed hard on the floor, voicing her distress with loud, pained wails. "Hey, drama queen," I called over the groaning, idly licking the cream off my fingers. "You made up the rules."

Clawed hands grabbed at the sheets as she hauled herself up off the floor like a demon from hell. "Fuck. Me."

My eyebrow quirked up. "Let's do truth," I suggested, fearing what kind of dare she would give me in her vengeful state.

"Are you currently crushing on someone?" She swiped the can from my hands. "And wipe that smug look off your stupid face."

"My stupid face." I rolled my eyes. "You're such a cliche, asking me about crushes and stuff. But yeah, I think I am crushing on someone. Pretty hard, actually." my gaze drifted away from her face. I didn't dare make eye contact.

"Who?" she prompted, anger subsiding as she found something else to prod me for. I shifted slightly, feigning a stretch and hiding the ting of a blush dusting my cheeks.

"One question at a time, Princess. Truth or dare?"

"Truth." I brought my eyes up to meet hers again, suddenly overwhelmed by her playful smile. She wasn't about to let me off the hook.

Heart beating like a drum, I sifted through my list of appropriate questions. "So. Hmm. Um. I don't know" I shrugged. "Have YOU kissed someone?"

"No shit, Sherlock." She rolled her eyes, smiling slightly at her reference to our very first, Sherlock-themed conversation. "Pick truth or I will cream you."

"Dare," I said, jumping off the bed to escape the mound of whipped cream in her hand.

"You jerk! Get back here! I dare you to let me cream you!" I hung in the doorframe just long enough to watch her stumble over her blankets and almost step on the slumbering cat.

"No! You can't dare me to do the punishment for not doing the dare! That has to be against the rules." Bare feet pounded against the cool wood floors. She chased me through the house and out the back door, nearly tripping on the stairs, and arguing with me all the way.

"Stop running," she panted.

"No! Chose a different dare," I huffed, jumping over the decorative rocks by the fire pit with practiced ease.

"Fine! Alright I'll choose a different one, just stop." After a minute of bickering which resulted in me forcing her to eat the cream in her hand and give me the can, we laid down on the damp grass, sighing at the stars flickering in the distance. "Different dare... Go hop the fence and bring me back something from my neighbors garden."

I shot her a disbelieving look. "Go break the law by trespassing and then break another by stealing?" I clarified.

"Or get creamed," she finished.

"God," I sighed, "forgive me for my sins. Alright. If I get caught, this is on you."

I hopped the fence, nervously glancing at the house in front of me. When had I gotten so bold? If anyone else had dared me, I wouldn't have done it. "This is stupid," I whispered. "Why am I doing this?" I may have panicked more than necessary, but I feel I was right to be afraid. Conflict was at the top of my "most feared" list.

In reality, I could have grabbed a blade of grass or a handful of dirt and thrown it at her, but when I saw the rose bush growing against the house, I couldn't resist. Curse the hopeless romantic in me. I was bringing her a rose. I didn't dare tell her that she was my crush, but I was daring enough to bring her a flower.

Very daring, I know.

I crept across the lawn, nearly dying on the spot when a figure moved through one of the second floor windows. Hurridly, I snatched a stem, barely noticing the prick of thorns in my skin. A drop of blood smeared across the pure white petals.

Getting back over the fence wasn't as easy as jumping it the first time, and I chipped some of the paint off with my feet as I scrambled over. I doubted anyone would notice, but I felt a little guilty for hurting their poor fence.

"Fuck you," I sighed, flopping down next to her and depositing the rose on her lap. It's not that I was actually upset with her, in fact I would probably do anything she asked me to, but I was upset with myself. Upset with my realization that she meant more to me than she should have. Upset that she wasn't mine.

I swallowed the lump in my throat. Tonight would be a long night. "Truth or dare," I asked, attempting to steady my erratic heart rate. Do you love me? Would you kiss me? I wondered. Would you hate me if I kissed you? I sighed as I awaited her response. It's not like I'll ever be brave enough to find out anyway.

I noticed the can of whipped cream was back in her possession, so I snatched it from her and bit back a smirk when she huffed and shot me a glare.

"Truth," she decided. "Let's go with truth."