Chapter 131

"So what's the plan?" I ask both people as they wear something of an amused grin at the same time. It would seem my question has elicited something of open mockery as Oakley dramatically stands up, and imitates what I will believe as me telling her a few minutes ago not to get any ideas in her head.

She nails the stance, she nails the look too, the same look my aunt always gives me whenever I get myself into any form of trouble, what she doesn't nail though is the voice. Her voice still sounds like her own, and I seem to shake my head in disappointment. Scott would have done this perfectly.

I gesture to him, and without even standing up or glancing at me, he makes a perfect mockery of my former orders. I clap at this and he gives us something of a satisfied grin. It still surprises me exactly how my brother seems to change roles so easily.

I could have sworn last night he was a human being, but this person sitting in front of us seems so perfect and flawless, that I find I start missing the boy who had poured out his emotions to me last night. I miss the person who had been so vulnerable to tell me exactly what he was thinking, and what was happening in his life.

A mischievous smile creeps onto my lips and I call Oakley over. 

"How about we play a game?" I ask. Even though I have tried my best to keep my words secret and quiet, Scott hears it all the same, and his eyes glint with something of amusement. I do not want to believe the fact that my brother would have already caught on to my plan this early on, that would only make me look like a fool, but all the same he nods his head.

"What game is it?" Oakley asks, and it seems only now do I consider exactly what game we should play. I know it sounds foolish of me, but yet I cannot really imagine myself playing any game. I haven't played any game that kids my age play ever since I had encountered the horror that was truth or dare at school.

I had vowed never to have anything to even remotely do with such a game again, some people had seemed excited to play it, but yet I found myself anxious anytime I caught other people playing it.

In all cases that I have seen truth or Dare being the start of a relationship, it has always ended badly, mine excluded. 

"Well what's the game?" Oakley asks. She's getting impatient, and I put my palms out in front of her, in a gesture that signifies even I do not know which game we want to play.

She gives me something of an amused and disappointed look, as she pinches the bridge of her nose, and goes back to lying down on my bed.

"Is this how we are going to spend the whole day then???".