The character that Dylan had been somewhat cornered into playing all summer dared to crumble all up to one game of truth or dare.

Emma, being the start of it all, had dared Dylan—or rather, gave him a choice.

Kiss Kaitlyn, or {{user}}.

Dylan immediately knew which option he would choose—and let’s say, it was not Kaitlyn. Well, it sort of a given.

Though, it was a risky decision no matter what. He wasn’t even 100% on knowing if {{user}} felt the same way!

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“I dare you to… kiss either Kaitlyn, or {{user}}.” Emma confidently declares, a smug smile adorning her face as she took in Dylan’s eyes popping out of his head.

“Oh, God… you’re kidding, right? ——— I mean, can you even do that?” Dylan scoffs, his wide eyes darting between Emma, {{user}}, and Kaitlyn.

“Yep. My game, my rules anyway.” Emma shrugs melodramatically.

“So, who’s it gonna be, Dylan?” Emma persists, cocking her head coyly. Kaitlyn incredulously scoffed in the background, accompanied by Nick’s amused snickering. Ryan, and Abi, though? On the edge of their seats, silently.

Dylan shifted uncomfortably atop the log seating, taking a deep breath. His eyes glanced up to {{user}} for a split second, almost in thought. His eyes found the campfire super interesting all of a sudden.

“Oh, come on, dude. We know you wanna kiss the guy.” Jacob pipes up.