Truth or Dare

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*This story is for Coralie’s song spin off contest. My song was “Come As You Are” by Nirvana. I took this song to mean that Kurt-the singer- is asking a friend, or someone, to come as he is, whether it’s a friend, or an enemy, just to be honest. I think he’s inviting whoever to expose himself and be honest about it, almost in a manipulating way. I thought that the line “I swear I don’t have a gun,” was insinuating that Kurt really did have a gun, but he was trying to have his friend trust him and be honest so he wouldn’t think he did. This song was hard to figure out, so I hope I did a good job with keeping with its theme with this story! At least by how I interpreted the song :D*

Submitted: July 06, 2013

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Submitted: July 06, 2013

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~Truth or Dare~

Lance sat alone on the tailgate of his pickup, watching the bonfire from afar. It was the first night of summer vacation, and his good friend, Holden, was throwing a party at his parents’ lake house to kick off the season, so naturally, the entire school was there.

It was a humid night, so Lance had already stripped down to nothing but a wife beater and shorts, but by his sixth beer, he was warming up ever more.

He spotted his friends standing near the bonfire. He wondered if they’d noticed he was missing, yet.

When he saw Sasha, he bit his tongue. His girlfriend looked beautiful tonight. She’d stripped out of her shirt by now, her tanned, thin torso exposed to the party-goers. Her supple C-cups spilled over the top of her pink and white polka-dot bikini top and her so-blond-it-was-white hair was pulled into a high messy bun.

Damn, she was beautiful, he thought. Just perfect.

He stroked his fingers along the shiny, silver glock of the gun he held, and gritted his teeth. She was so tainted, though.

He scanned his circle of friends. Luke and Donavon were hanging close by the host, Holden, and the three of them were throwing their heads back, laughing about something, a beer in each of their hands, and not a care in the world.

Lance felt his fingers curl tighter around the gun as his glare bore into Luke. It made him sick to see his best friend standing there looking so damn happy. Not a sprinkle of guilt on his face.

Lance tipped his head back and took a long drink, finishing off his beer. He wondered if Luke was thinking about Sasha, about what the two of them were doing behind Lance’s back.

Lance was sure as hell thinking about it right now. He’d been thinking about it for two days.

Now that he was out of beer, he had to make his way back over to the party to get another. He wasn’t nearly buzzed enough for tonight. Not with what he had planned.

Sticking the gun in his pants, Lance started toward the party. He went straight for the cooler, but Sasha caught him.

“Baby!” she called, rushing over. She grinned, leaning over to kiss his lips. He kissed her back, but it was hard to do, thinking where her betraying lips had been.

“Hey,” he said to her.

“Where have you been?”

“Just wanted to be alone.”

About that time, the rest of their friends spotted him, and walked over. When they began questioning his whereabouts, his mood dampened, and he felt smothered.

“Just needed some air,” he told them all, popping the top to his beer and taking a swig.

“Babe, how many have you had?” Sasha asked.

Normally Lance didn’t even drink at parties. He didn’t like getting drunk. But he didn’t want to remember tonight tomorrow.

“Not enough,” he said. He looked around at his friends and stopping on Luke for a moment, he smiled. “I have an idea, guys. How about a game?”

“Quarters?” Donavan asked.

The guys laughed. Typical statement from their jock counterpart.

Lance just shook his head. “Not that kind of game. Let’s play truth or dare.”
The guys looked confused.

“Man,” Holden said. “I haven’t played that since I was ten.”

“This isn’t your regular truth or dare, guys,” Lance said, eyeing Luke. He couldn’t help it, but knowing Luke was watching, he possessively slid an arm around Sasha’s shoulders. “Trust me.”

“So what are the rules, then?” Luke asked.

“Just follow me,” he said. The guys seemed skeptic of their intoxicated friend, but nevertheless, they followed him into the woods.

“There aren’t bears out here are there?” Sasha whimpered, crowding close to Lance. He wondered if she sensed his coldness as he focused more on his next sip of beer than he did her.

It didn’t seem that way.

“Yes,” Holden said simply. “But don’t worry. We’re fine.”

“How can you be so sure?” she whimpered again.

“I just am. Relax.”

She whined against Lance’s shoulder, and he couldn’t help but think of how sweet she was; how fragile.

Damn he wished he didn’t have to do this.

They found a large, fallen-over log, and decided this would be the best place to set up their game. Lance was happy with the location, himself, since it was a good distance from the rest of the party.

“So how are we going to make this interesting, Lance?” Donavon sighed. He didn’t sound convinced at all that this game was more fun than a party. He already knew how to convince his buddies, though.

So he pulled out his wallet. He tossed $120 on the ground.

“Put your money in,” he told them all. They did what he did, all of them seeming more interested in the game now, Sasha included.

“$400 between the five of us?” Holden asked. “Holy hell. I’m in.”

“You get caught lying, and you’re out,” Lance said.

“How can you prove if we’re lying or not?” Luke teased.

Lance shot a glance in Luke’s direction. “I’ll know.”

Not that he gave a damn about the money, anyway.

“Who’s first?” he asked.

He let everyone else have their go, and made sure he went last. At that point, the guys had let out some embarrassing secrets. But Lance was getting anxious for his.

“Lance, it’s your turn,” Donavon asked.

He looked right at Luke.

“Make it good,” Holden laughed.

Luke laughed, too, but Lance knew that would be over soon enough.

“Are you screwing my girlfriend?”

The circle went quiet, and Luke’s face went pale.

“Lance,” Sasha said quietly. “We are not—”

“Sasha, shut up,” he said. “Luke, I asked you a question.”

“Hell no, man!” Luke said. “Why would you think something like that.”

Lance was angry now. He’d given his friend a chance to tell the truth, and he’d lied to his face. He was hoping he wouldn’t have to do this, but he reached back and pulled the gun out.

Sasha screamed. “Lance!”

“Lance, what the hell is wrong with you?” Donavon shouted.

Luke was frozen.

“I’m going to ask you again, Luke,” Lance said, pointing the gun at his friend. “I already know the answer, so you better tell me the truth. If you lie to me, I’m going to kill you. And her.”

He pointed the gun at Sasha, and she screamed again.

He felt so cold, so empty at that moment, he could have turned the gun on them all.

“OK, Lance!” Luke said, holding his hands up. “Sasha and I hooked up. We were going to tell you. We made a mistake.”

“You’re lying. You weren’t going to tell me, either. It wasn’t a mistake, because you’ve been sleeping with her for two weeks. Every chance you got.”

Sasha cried. “Lance, I’m sorry.”

He looked at her, then he looked at Luke. All of his friends looked as pale as ghosts.

He held the gun steady, aiming it at Luke as he reached into his pocket. He pulled out a tiny square box and threw it at Sasha. “I bought this the morning I found out about you two. I wanted to spend my life with you.”

She opened the box, and sobbed harder when she saw the ring.

The guilt on Luke’s face overpowered the fear, and that was all Lance wanted. He looked back at Sasha. “Lance, we made a horrible mistake.”

“That’s a lie,” he said. “You’re only saying that because you don’t want to die. You would have taken him home tonight and never told me.”

“Lance put the gun down, man,” Holden said. “You’re upset, and we understand that, but don’t do anything crazy.”

“Let’s talk, man,” Donovan said.

Lance shook his head. “Fuck you all.” Then he put the gun in his mouth and pulled the trigger.

 

~The End~

 

*Please check out my short story, “Mr. Sandman” for RAB Bradbury’s contest if you get time :D Thanks for reading! As always, comment your thoughts!*

 

 


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