Jenny's house comes into view after driving through her neighborhood for about a minute. Her house is a pretty two story, the place average and matching all the other houses around it. It's painted a pretty light blue, the shutters on the windows a navy blue, and the front door matching the shutters. There's a pretty trail flanked by flowers leading up to the steps that take you to the porch. Then it changes from concrete to a dark wood. On her porch are two chairs and a small table that's home to a little potted plant. Jenny's house is pretty, no doubt about that.

Jenny lifts her keys up and pushes a purple colored one into the front door. Turning the lock, she pulls the key out and pushes the door open. Walking inside, I'm immediately engulfed in the smell of fresh linen. The amazing smell matches how neat and clean Jenny's house is. Jenny's mom, Angela Braxton, is a bit of a neat freak, I know that from years of sleepovers. Since she runs her own paint shop in town, she mainly gets to stay home. Most of the art around the place are things that her mother has painted. Her father, Phillip Braxton, on the other hand, has an office job in the city.

That's one thing about Elderwood occupants. While our little town is well off, it's mainly because a lot of the citizens have jobs in the city where they have to drive long hours to get to. It kind of helps keep things running in Elderwood. Nobody will say it, but if it was just people working in town, a lot of places might go out of business or have one worker each.

"Where's your mom?" I question as we both take our shoes off at the door. Jenny shrugs as she sets them next to each other.

"Probably in her studio. Dad is still at work. He's had a lot of paperwork as of late," she motions me to follow her, heading towards the stairs. "Some guy got fired for forging signatures, then a lot of people got laid off because of some lawsuits. It's a miracle dad still has his job. He took a pay increase too because of all the extra work."

I raise an eyebrow at her words. "Wow, I hope he's not killing himself though. That sounds kind of terrible."

"He comes home tired but with a smile on his face."

With those words from Jenny, the conversation ends. I follow her up the stairs, taking in the familiar photos that line the walls. Most are of just Jenny and her parents, but occasionally I'll see a younger me in the pictures. It brings a smile to my face as the memories race through my mind. Seem we had really known each other for so long, and yet, I'm still learning things about my best friend.

Making it to Jenny's room, she pushes the door open to reveal a slightly messy room. Clothes are thrown on the floor, some looking worn while other look as if they were rejected. An empty can of sprite lays at the foot of her bed along with a bag of nacho cheese Doritos. This is the one place in the house that Jenny's mom is unable to penetrate. Jenny can be a bit confidential about her spaces.

"Oops, forgot to clean?" She gives me a sheepish look as she sets her bookbag down and falls onto her unmade bed.

I roll my eyes and give her a scoff. "Oh, please." I mumble, a smile growing on my lips. "You wouldn't have cleaned even if you did remember."

Jenny laughs lightly, her eyes closing slightly. The organization of her room is such a contrast to Jenny herself. While she's always so put together, her room is almost always messy. Her outfit could be picked out with impeccable patience, yet the effect of it will be half her closet on the floor of her room. She values her salads while at school or somewhere else public, but her room will be littered with junk. This is like Jenny's dirty little secret. Pun definitely intended.

"You're right. But maybe I should clean so I won't have to hear Micah's annoying mouth about how dirty my room is." She rolls her head to the side, looking at the purple, squared alarm clock on her black nightstand. With a groan, she pulls herself up from the bed. "Pretty please help me clean?"

With a playful huff, I start picking her clothes up. Soon, Jenny is commanding me on where each item should go whether it be the dirty hamper, closet, or drawer. What I love about Jenny's room is that it's a nice, medium size. Not too big to be somehow lonely, but not overly small. Her walls are painted white, a difference from the default beige color in houses. Her bed is placed right next to her door which honestly used to freak me out when we were younger. It's sandwiched between two nightstands. Across from her bed is her flat screen tv placed on a stand. The stand opens to reveal even more of Jenny's things. Next to the tv is a window that's covered by black curtains. Then on the other side of that is a little shoe stand where Jenny...puts her shoes.

My favorite thing about her room is that shoe nook because she had gotten it from a thrift store. I'm pretty sure it's the only thing Jenny has that isn't brand new. For some reason it just calls to me. Anyways, on the next wall is where her closet is. It's pretty small which is why she has a black dresser next to it. Then her computer stand that holds and old, Windows Seven desktop.

"Hold up, you make the bed and I'll tackle the stuff on the floor. Make it a little easier for you." Jenny smiles over as me before she reaches under her bed and pulls out a roll of trash bags. I laugh at the absurdity of it all before walking to her bed to straighten it.

It doesn't take us long before we finish and soon the doorbell is ringing. Jenny and I look at each other, both amused that we had finished her room on time. I pick my overnight bag up and store it next to her dresser, making sure to remember that it's there for later. We walk out of Jenny's room and head downstairs to see the door answered by Jenny's mom. A happy squeal bursts from me.

Jenny's parents are like my own. It makes sense since Jenny and I had been friends for years. Playdates had always been a thing between us. I quicken my pace so I can reach Angela faster. My arms go around her, pulling her into a tight hug. Jenny definitely gets her height from her father seeing as her mother is about five-five. Nothing wrong with that though, she's still quick to put her family in check.

"Emie, sweetheart. Where have you been?" She pats my arm before turning towards me and giving me a stern look.

I give her a shrug as I take her in. Her hair is wrapped in a bun with a headband pushing back the strays. She wears an old t-shirt with new and old paint stains on it and pants to match. Her hands move to her hips and I notice those are quite stained possibly from a whole day of work.

"This school year is already kicking my butt and we're barely in October." I smile shyly, not liking the scolding look from her.

"Ugh, don't remind me." She says, surprising me. "I hated school. It's why I chose to opt out of college. Now look at me. Living off of my husband's accomplishments." Angela gives me a wink, letting me know that she's only joking.

Before I can speak, she starts before me. "I've got a lot of paintings to finish, so you guys be good. Destroy nothing and sleep at a decent time...please." With that, Jenny's mom is making her way back to her paint studio.

"How the hell did that sweet woman make you, Jenny?" Micah breaks the silence that had followed Angela's departure.

"Shut the hell up before I kick you out of my house." Jenny retorts before she bounds up the stairs quickly. I turn and give Micah a look.

She grins wryly at me, her right eye dropping into a wink. "I'll be good."

* * *

My midsection hurts as if I've been running a marathon. My throat is dry and I'm repeatedly laughing. Catching a small break, I'm quickly brought back into it all as the laughs wrack my body again. I'm hunched over as I sit cross legged on Jenny's bed. My face is probably red by now seeing as I've been laughing for the last five minutes as Micah does her silly impressions.

"I mean...you can't get pregnant unless he doesn't pull out right?" She makes her voice an octave higher, imitating the stereotype of a 'valley' girl. "Like...the pullout method is real. I'm definitely not pregnant."

Even Jenny is laughing at how crazy Micah sounds. I lean over to rest on her as the laughs finally die down. Micah had just been telling us all the crazy things she hears around our school despite it being so small. Who knew such a small town could carry so much drama.

"Jesus." I breathe out, catching my breath finally. "I needed that laugh. It's been ages."

"Yeah, no kidding. This school year has been mope central. I wasn't sure if you were ever gonna get out of your funk." Jenny bumps her shoulder with mine, but I could see the concern in her eyes.

"No more of that talk." Micah jumps onto the bed next to us. "What should we do. No offense, Jenny, but I'm bored as hell."

Jenny shrugs before she slowly smirks. She hasn't ever looked so darn mischievous. She rolls off of the bed and walks in front of her tv. Giving us each a secretive smile, she crosses her arms.

"Let's play truth or dare." She suggests, wiggling her eyebrows. A small noise of disgust leaves my mouth as she says these words.

I've never been a big fan of typical party games. Things like truth or dare, never have I ever, kiss and suck...they weren't think I enjoyed. I've never been to any parties so I'm definitely judging a book by it's cover, but they're dangerous. These party games just seem like they would tear apart friendships, humiliate you for life, or possibly something worse than that.

"No, Jenny. Let's just do something else." I say, my lips set in an uncomfortable frown.

"Awe, come on Emie." Jenny gets down on her knees in from of the bed, he lip jutted out in a put. "Just this once. It's just us three anyways. Like what secrets can we all be hiding from each other?"

Micah leans forward, a small smile on her face as she turns to look at me. She raises an eyebrow. "It's okay, Em. It can't get too out of hand." She then turns to Jenny. "I'm in."

Jenny jumps up and claps. "You're in too, Emie. You can't back out."

This can't possibly end well.

*Hello, hello. Here's another chapter. It's about 600 more words than the last so that's a big plus! Thanks for sticking with me through another chapter. So, how do you guys think the game will go? Since it's only them three, do you think anything bad will happen? Let me know with a comment and please, tell me how you liked the chapter or if you didn't at all. And don't forget to vote. Thanks so much for reading.*