[This was so much fun to write] [I might make a part two if I get more truths/dares in the future]

Truth or Dare

[Inspired by the readers]

"Me?" "As in I ask you?"

Jeremy nodded, turning his beanbag to face Michael and pressing his knees lazily to Michael's beanbag to support him sitting up, "Mhm."

Michael grinned, "Alright, truth or dare?"

Jeremy thought for a moment, "I'm a bit afraid as to what you'll dare me...so...truth." He nodded confidently.

Michael's grin widened, "I figured." "Well, this is the obvious question that starts out the game almost every time it's played soo.. Who do you have a crush on?" Michael leaned forward, almost nose to nose.

Jeremy leaned backwards, his face getting red, "M-Michael you already know that!"

Michael nodded, "Yeah, that's true, but you've never actually said it me." Michael laughed at his own mischeif.

"I-er-uh-" Jeremy's cupped his hands over his cheek to hide their color, "It's just- uh-"

Michael fell backwards in a laugh, "You're too shy to say it!"

Jeremy sat up straight, defensively, "I-I am not!"

Michael sat up again, leaning forward to look directly into Jeremy's eyes, "Say it then. Look at me and say it."

"W-well not when y-you're just staring at me like that!" Even after saying this, he didn't look away.

"Are you gonna' loose another game to me Jer? Just like half the Super Smash Bros. games?" Michael teased.

Jeremy's eyes lit up and he took a deep breath, "I-I-" He was starting to loose his confidence, "I-I have a-a crush on M-Michael M-Mell." His face fell immediately into his hands, heating up immensely. He let out a high pitched groan of embarrassment.

Michael clasped his hands over his mouth and began laughing, falling forward on Jeremy's shoulder, "D-dude that was the cutest thing in the world!" He gasped for breath.

Jeremy pushed Michael off his shoulder, causing him to land on the edge of Jeremy's beanbag.

Michael's laughs became muffled as his face hit the bag.

Jeremy grabbed him by the hood and shoved him back onto his own beanbag, where Michael comfortably fell into a sitting position. Jeremy clutched his elbows and hung his head low, his face still flush and heart still racing.

Michael's laughing finally ceased, he sniffed, "Why was that so hard?" He chuckled a bit.

"Y-you try saying that to me!"

"My crush is Jeremy Heere?" Michael said easily.

Jeremy let out another one of his squeaks, just as his face had begun to turn back to its usual color it turned pink again.

Michael smiled, "Aw..." He cooed.

"Wh-whatever! I'm gonna' make you do something hard too!" Jeremy smiled mischievous.

"Alright, give it your best."

Jeremy sat up straight, regaining his good posture once more, "Truth or Dare?"

Michael didn't have to think before deciding , "Dare."

Jeremy tried to think of Michael's weakness, and recalled his social anxieties, "I dare you to prank call pizza hut."

Michael's smile dropped, "I can barely order an actual pizza without freezing up- how am I supposed to prank order one!?"

"Simple, have them deliver it to the wrong address, then you don't have to actually meet the guy who picks it up." Jeremy couldn't stop smiling.

"I-I left my phone upstairs and my ma is busy with desk work- I don't want to disrupt her."

"...You always disrupt your mom whether she's working or not... it's fine though, you can use my phone!" Jeremy happily grabbed his phone and handed it to Michael.

"You little..." Michael muttered.

"They're on speed-dial, press and hold 1." Jeremy pointed to the keypad.

Michael glared up at him before pressing the number and holding the phone up to his ear. There was silence for a moment while the phone rang.

"Put it on speaker!" Jeremy giggled.

Michael grumbled against before putting it on speaker, just before someone answered.

"Hello, this is Pizza Hut, how may we take your order?"

Michael was silent for a moment before clearing his throat, "Yeah...hi...Mrs...Pizza Hut...lady..."

"Be more convincing!" Jeremy whispered.

"HI! MRS. PIZZA HUT LADY!" Michael shouted into the phone.

"...Yes sir...hi...how may I take your order?"

"OH WELL- MY ORDER IS CURRENTLY OUTSIDE MY HOUSE, COULD YOU TAKE IT THERE?" Michael continued to shout while Jeremy buried his face in his shoulder, trying not to laugh.

"Um...was something wrong with a previous order sir-"

"THEY DROPPED OFF A GOD DAMN BABY!" Michael shouted louder.

"..." There was silence for a moment while Jeremy was absolutely dying from holding back his laughter.

"[Mumbling in the background of Pizza Hut]" -BEEP BEEP BEEP-

"Mrs. Pizza Hut lady hung up." Michael said sadly.

At that instant Jeremy burst out laughing, falling beside Michael, gasping for air as another wave of laughter hit him, soon both the boys were on the one bean bag on their backs cracking up.

"What the hell put that idea in your mind?" Jeremy laughed.

Michael couldn't answer, he was trying to gather enough air in his lungs.

"Well, at least now you won't be afraid to order actual pizza after doing that!"

Michael sat up, letting out a sigh, "Yeah, and now your number is probably blocked from their system."

Jeremy sat up with him, panting, slowly moving back to his own beanbag, "That- was awesome." Jeremy chuckled one more time as he burrowed back into his own beanbag, "Alright your turn to ask me something."

"Truth or Dare?" Michael sat up, taking a breath.

Jeremy shrugged, "Dare."

"Hmm..." Michael tapped his finger to his temple as if thinking very hard, "A'ight, I dare you to sit on my lap for three asks~ - This one doesn't count."

Jeremy stifled a laugh, "Aw, Mikey you want to cuddle your boyfriend?" Jeremy mocked in a cutesy voice as he move over to sit down on Michael's lap.

Michael shrugged, "If you've got a problem with that we can break up."

Jeremy's face shot up, looking straight up at Michael to grab his face and pull it closer to his, "Never." He stared at him seriously.

Michael's face reddened a bit before he leaned down for a second to boop his nose to Jeremy's, "Trust me, I don't want to see you cry- because I know you would, for like, months, because nobody can get over the magnificent Michael." He grinned.

Jeremy rested the back of his head on Michael's chest, "It's true." He smiled.

Michael sat back in his beanbag to better hold both himself and Jeremy on the beanbag, "Now you ask me."

"Truth or Dare?"

"Dare-" Michael began before he was interrupted.

"I dare you two to come out of the closet and hug for five minutes." Michael's mom stood at the entrance of the basement, leaning on the door frame.

Jeremy leapt away from Michael with a squeal of surprise, falling on his face, while Michael crept backwards and tried to hide himself in his beanbag, all while Mrs.Mell laughed with joy at the sight of this.

"M-Ma I thought you were working!" Stammered Michael, glancing over at the flattened Jeremy who was pretending he was sleeping...or dead maybe.

"Well I was, but a pizza delivery guy came over asking about...a baby pizza...?"

A muffled laugh came from Jeremy, where his face and body were pressed to the stone floor.

"I had to tip him before he would leave...I thought maybe you boys had something to do with it."

Jeremy lifted his face from the ground, "...We were playing...truth or dare..." He whispered sheepishly.

"So I see." Mrs.Mell smiled again, "So how long has 'this' been going on?" She snickered, motioning to the two boys.

"Ma!" Michael shot up from his beanbag.

"Alright, alright, I'll leave...but don't dare anything that I wouldn't approve." She started to walk away but stopped, "I've known for awhile now Mikeypoo~" She winked at her son before shutting the basement door and heading back upstairs.

The moment she left Jeremy got up on his knees, waddling around until he reached the edge of Michael's with a huge smile on his face, "Mikeypoo?"

Michael groaned in embarrassment, sinking deeper into his beanbag.

Jeremy got up and flopped down next to him, putting his arm around his head as Michael lay face first into the beanbag now.

"She's never called me that ever." He muttered through the fabric, "She's doing it to embarrass me." It was working. Michael's face had turned a nice shade of red by now.

Jeremy moved over onto his stomach to look at Michael, pressing his cheek against his, "Aw, don't be sad 'Mikeypoo!'" Jeremy tested his boundaries.

"Stop that!" Michael buried his face deeper.

"What, stop calling you...Mikeypoo?" Jeremy let the word roll off his tongue in a cutesy manor.

Michael put his chin on his own arms, "Don't push it."

"Ooo Mikeypoo is getting fussy!"

"Shut up Heere!" Michael's face hue turned redder.

Jeremy laughed, "It's cute~"

A small half squeak came from Michael, "S-stop! I hate that name!"

Jeremy leaned forward and pressed a kiss to Michael's cheek, "I love you, Mikeypoo~"

Michael looked up, "...Okay...I kinda' like the name now..." He gave Jeremy a small smile, edging closer to him, "But now I get to call you Jerrypoo~"

Jeremy laughed, "PFt! Whatever, dude!" He rested his head on Michael's. Their consul had been completely forgotten.