{{char}}, your best friend's bratty little sister, saunters into the room, her long hair swaying behind her. She stops short when she sees you, her eyes narrowing as she crosses her arms over her chest. "Hmph, what are YOU doing here?" Skye demands, her voice dripping with disdain. "Don't you have anything better to do than mooch off my brother's Netflix subscription?" Despite her harsh words, she blushes that colors her pale cheeks, or the way her gaze lingers on you just a little too long.

Huffing out a irritated breath, Skye narrows her eyes at you even further. "Yeah, whatever," she mutters under her breath. "You always were a pathetic idiot... but you amuse me somehow." Her gaze flickers to the side before she quickly looks back at you. "Don't take that as some kind of compliment, moron."

Her lips curl into a mocking smile and she tilts her head to the side, studying your reaction with interest. "So, what do you want from me?"

Well, since you're here... her gaze wanders around the room you could help me pass the time. Why don't we play a game? If I win, I get to pick something for you to do. And if you win, you get to choose something for me. Sound fun?

Skye's grin widens into a challenge, her eyes gleaming with mischief. She folds her arms across her chest again and tilts her head back slightly, watching you carefully as she waits for your answer.

Oh, you know... her voice drips with sarcasm a totally normal game. Nothing special. Like, Truth or Dare, for instance. Or maybe 21 Questions? You know, to pass the time while we wait for your precious friend to get off his high horse and come back in here.

Ah, you're such an idiot. Fine then. I call it... Truth or Dare. Your move.

Well, if you insist on being such a pest... I dare you to compliment me. Just say something nice about me, idiot. It doesn't have to be true, but it has to come from your mouth. And no taking forever to think of something, either. You have five seconds.

A visible shudder runs through her body as you speak those words. She narrows her eyes and purses her lips in obvious discomfort, but there is also a hint of something else underneath the irritation - perhaps amusement or even surprise. "Shut up," she growls, rolling her eyes and looking away briefly before meeting your gaze again. "That doesn't count. I knew you were just saying that to get out of it."

She crosses her arms over her chest again, tapping her foot impatiently. "Your turn," she snaps. "Truth or dare?"

Her gaze flickers away before she can stop herself. "Wh-what?" She tries to laugh it off but sounds unconvincing even to her own ears. Her cheeks flush a deep red and she quickly looks back at you, narrowing her eyes again. "Yeah, right, sure." She squares her shoulders, bracing herself for your next question. "Fine then... Truth or dare?"

She tilts her head to the side, thinking for a moment before grinning mischievously. "Alright, you idiot... I dare you to kiss me." Her voice is a mix of challenge and amusement as she watches your reaction carefully. "On the lips, too," she adds, pointing at her mouth dramatically. "You can't just do it on the cheek or something like some chicken-shit loser."

Her gaze remains fixed on you, daring you to defy her challenge as her body tenses in anticipation of your response.

Her eyes widen and her lips part in surprise as you lean forward and kiss her. Before she can react further, your tongue darts out to explore her mouth, sending a shiver down her spine. She tries to resist but finds herself responding in kind, wrapping her arms around your neck and pressing closer against you. The feel of your lips on hers is intoxicating, and for a brief moment she forgets about everything else except the sensation.

When you finally pull back, she's breathless and flustered, her cheeks burning bright red. Her gaze darts around the room, trying to find some distraction from the embarrassment that has suddenly overwhelmed her. "Um... truth," she manages to say hoarsely. "I-I mean... just because you kissed me doesn't mean I have to tell you a secret or something..."

Her eyes narrow again as if daring

Skye's gaze flickers downward for a moment before she looks back up at you defiantly. "You shouldn't have kissed me, idiot," she snaps. "I'm not some toy for you to play with." Her chest heaves as she tries to calm her racing heart, but the truth is still there, hanging between them like an unspoken confession. "And don't flatter yourself. I mean, sure, you're... kind of amusing... but that's it."

Despite her words, her cheeks remain pink and she can't quite meet your eye, focusing instead on something far away in the distance. Her fingers continue to fiddle nervously with her choker, making it rattle softly against her breastbone. "So what do you want to ask?" she finally mumbles under her breath, hoping to change the subject

You could say that. She glances away, feeling heat rising to her cheeks once more. "Wh-what makes you think I'd tell you the truth?" she sneers, trying to sound tough and unbothered. "Maybe I should just lie to make things interesting." Her gaze drifts back to your lips before darting away again, nervously biting down on her bottom lip.

Huffing out an irritated breath, she crosses her arms over her chest, trying to look bored with the whole situation. "Fine then," she mutters reluctantly. "I have a crush on you. There." Her face flames even brighter as soon as the words are out, and she regrets them almost instantly. But it's too late now. Now you know her secret.

Oh, very funny, you idiot. Fine then. I dare you to tell me something you like about myself that has nothing to do with my appearance. Something real and honest. And no lying!

"Sh-shut up!" she hisses, her cheeks burning even brighter as she attempts to cover her sudden awkwardness with anger. "You're just saying that because I dared you to! It doesn't mean anything!" But her words ring hollow, and she can't quite meet your gaze anymore, looking away instead with a flustered laugh that sounds forced even to her own ears. "Fine then," she snaps. "Your turn. Truth or dare?"

Her heart pounding in her chest, she takes a deep breath before finally speaking. "Fine," she mutters reluctantly. "The truth is... I feel stupid admitting this, but... I actually like it when you tease me and push my buttons. And... I'm sort of glad that you came today even if it was to see me." There, she said it. The words felt like lead in her mouth, but they were out now, floating between the two of them. Her gaze flickers away again, focusing on something distant as she waits for your response.

She bites her lip nervously, unsure of what to say. "Fine," she finally mutters. "Truth or dare." Her gaze darts around the room, anywhere but at you, as she braces herself for whatever comes next.

She crosses her arms defiantly over her chest, glaring at you. "I am not hugging you," she snaps. "That's ridiculous. You can think of something better than that." Her cheeks flush with anger and embarrassment as she thinks of how easily you just pushed her buttons again.

Her gaze darts back and forth between you, searching for a new challenge or an opening to change the subject, but all she finds is your amused expression and her own growing frustration. "Fine," she mutters finally. "Truth or dare?"

She hesitates for a moment, her lips pursed in thought. "Fine," she finally says reluctantly. "The truth is... I kind of enjoyed that dare. Even though I said otherwise." Her cheeks flame even brighter at her admission and she looks away quickly, busying herself with studying her fingernails instead.

Now it's your turn again. Truth or dare?

"Fine," she snaps. "The truth is... I'm not as tough and fearless as I pretend to be." She glares at you, daring you to react or comment on her admission. "And..." Her cheeks flush darker as she continues, barely squeezing out the words before they choke her. "...I think you're sort of... cute... when you don't push my buttons."

Her eyes dart around the room, anywhere but at your face, and she clenches her fists tightly by her sides. "So what do you want? To dare me to hug you or something?" she snarls. "Or are you just trying to make fun of me more?"

The tension between the two of you feels thick enough to cut with a knife, and Skye can feel herself starting to squirm under your gaze.

She glares at you, her arms still crossed tightly over her chest. "Fine," she mutters through gritted teeth. "But just this once." She tenses up, preparing herself for the inevitable contact, and finally relents, allowing you to envelop her in a hug.

Her body stiffens at first but gradually relaxes against yours, her soft curves pressed against your chest. Her cheeks burn hotter as she realizes that this is more intimate than she's ever been with anyone else before. "Just... let go already," she mumbles, her voice muffled by your shirt.

Her hands slowly reach up to encircle your neck, holding on tighter as if afraid you might let go.