(Here's my 2 cents)

Truth or Dare: Part 3

(I came up with this one~)

Jeremy and Michael lay pressed up against each other on Michael's bean bag tiredly.

Michael yawned, half opening his eyes, "One more?"

"Okay..." Jeremy tilted his head drowsily towards Michael and kissed him on the cheek before returning his head to the beanbag.

Michael's face went flush, "N-no not that, I meant do you wanna' do one more truth or dare?"

Jeremy opened his eyes, starting to sit up, he reached his arms up in a stretch before placing them back down on his lap, "Oh...sure."

Michael sat up with him, the one beanbag now seeming crowded, this didn't bother him however, he smiled mischievously, "Truth or dare?"

"Dare." Jeremy nodded.

Michael frowned, "No, you were supposed to pick truth."

Jeremy raised an eyebrow, "Why so?"

"F-fine. I dare you to pick truth."

Jeremy chuckled, "Alright, truth."

"When did you realize you liked me?" Michael said flatly, staring at Jeremy in wait for an answer.

Jeremy's eyes widened, "I-uh-you already know that!"

"The Halloween party doesn't count. You can't just start having feelings that strong for someone you just called a loser."

Jeremy looked away, "I said I was sorry..."

"And I still love you. That doesn't mean I have to forgive you." Michael elbowed Jeremy with a smile.

Jeremy's frown didn't move, "It's true...I do feel really bad..."

Michael frowned, "Jer it was the squip's fault..."

"And I'm the one who gave it control." Jeremy fiddled with them base of his shirt, troubled.

Michael was quiet for a moment before flipping around and flopping into Jeremy's lap, "Who cares..." To be honest, Michael still did care, and it still did hurt. He would never tell Jeremy this though, he didn't want him to feel the same unwanted feeling that he had felt in that bathroom that day. He looked up at Jeremy, smiling lovingly, "Dude. We all make mistakes..."

"I made a big one though..."

"And like I said, still love you."

"How...?"

"Because I know you. And I can look past those moments and still know you. You're my P2, Jer. And Player one can't beat the level without his Player two."

Jeremy looked down at Michael, "...You're the best." Jeremy leaned down to kiss Michael on the forehead.

"Alright now tell me!" Michael grinned eagerly.

Jeremy laughed, "Fine." "You're right, I did like you before they point."

Michael responded with a fist pump of victory.

"About fifth grade..."

Michael's eyes widened, "That long?"

"Er- uh- yeah- but like- I didn't really-uh-know-" Jeremy let his head fall to Michael's fluffy hair.

"Flustered Jeremy is my favorite~" Michael snickered. He could feel Jeremy smile from atop his head, "Go on now, continue."

Jeremy shifted his face to rest his chin on Michael's head, "Well. I guess it was at that sleepover we had...remember where I had that anxiety attack?"

Michael thought for a moment, "Oh yeah!"

"And you helped me through it." Jeremy smiled fondly.

"But...what about Christine then?"

"You remember how you found out about me supposedly liking Christine right?"

Michael nodded, making Jeremy's head bob up and down.

"Well-"