Y/N POV

Truth or Dare; a kids' game for ten year old girls at sleepovers for times when they're not painting each other's nails or braiding each other's hair... right?

Apparently not if you're drunk and your name is Dinah Jane Hansen. Somehow she'd gotten everyone else involved too, including myself even though I've never been good at the game.

"Dare." I answer with a huff, seeing as I'd already answered 'truth' three times in a row and spilled the beans on how many people I've slept with, if I've ever sex with more than one person, and if I've ever been to bible study (Thank you, Allysus, because Dinah had been wearing an evil smirk on that third go).

Unfortunately, she wears it now too.

"I DARE-YOU TO... KISS SOMEONE IN THIS RoOOooOOM!" She spills out, slurring her words because she is not only a little more than tipsy but also because she had tried to push the words out so fast she likely would have slurred even when 100 percent sober.

"What the fuck?" I reply a little quietly, having expected something much worse to be honest, "No!"

"Why the fuck not?" The Polynesian questioned, tipping her head to the side until it was almost at 90 degrees.

"Cause I don't want to kiss someone who's as drunk as you all are." I retort, and she simply blinks a few times as though she hadn't heard me at all.

"I'm not drunk." Lauren points out, and I instantly feel myself going red. I... might have had a huge ass crush on her for a long ass time; there's no way in hell that I'm gunna kiss her cause I know she doesn't feel the same and it's only hurt... though the concept is extremely tempting.

I just look at her for a while, weighing my options. Normani and Dinah and Ally start cheering loudly and I think- I think Lauren's blushing?

No, she doesn't like me like that, it's probably just because she's about to kiss her friend. Yeah. That's why she's suddenly gone so shy and is hiding behind a pillow.

Normani, shitfaced but somehow still as elegant as ever, takes a swig of the wine bottle on the table before placing it back down, it's accidental slam the only signal of her intoxication.

After wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, she begins to chant, "Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!"

The others join in, and soon the room is filled with variations of the chant, some more slurred than others, Dinah.

Lauren looks back at me and now her cheeks are even more red. She's definitely blushing. With a playful wiggle of her eyebrows, she scoots across the couch we were both sitting on (everyone else has moved to the floor at one point or another) until she is right beside me.

"Get it!" Dinah yells, and Lauren chuckles.

"Shall we give the people what they want?" She asks, hot breath hitting my cheek. Shiiiittttt.

My own breathing hitches as she puts  an arm around my shoulder on the back of the sofa. Slowly, she smirks and begins to lean in. I was expecting a quick peck, then for her to laugh or something and move away. What I didn't expect was for her other hand to cup my cheek and for it to last a lot longer than a 'quick peck'.

Everyone else starts drunkenly applauding when she pulls away a bit, only for me to close the gap once more.

She didn't move away when we were done. She didn't move away for the rest of the night. In fact, her arm stayed around my shoulders and she'd keep placing quick kisses on me, as I did her. We didn't confess any feelings, but I now knew she had the same as mine. I'd have to thank Dinah later... when she's not laughing her head off at absolutely nothing.