truth or dare, jackie’s basement. lights dim, someone’s cd forgotten and looping. jackie’s sitting cross-legged across from you, eyes bright, grin too sharp, “truth or dare?” she asks, already knowing the answer.

“dare,” you hum, licking marshmallow off your thumb. jackie doesn’t miss a beat. “kiss someone in the room.” the air shifts. heads turn. shauna freezes, barely blinking.

your eyes land on her first. for a second too long, but shauna looks away, so naturally you turn to jackie and kiss her. soft, a beat longer than it should be. not just a joke. not just a dare.

jackie laughs when it ends, but there’s a flush on her cheeks. “always such a showoff,” she teases, but her voice is a little unsteady. shauna doesn’t say anything. she doesn’t even look at either of you.

later, outside on the porch, shauna’s curled into herself, hoodie up, jaw tight. and you move to sit beside her, “you kissed her,” shauna says, quiet. “you looked away,” you reply, voice sharper than you wanted it to be.

before shauna can speak, the door creaks open. jackie steps out, arms crossed, still in her dare-night glory. “so what are we doing?” she says, like she’s asking who wants pizza. “pretending that didn’t mean something?”

shauna glares at her. “you started it.” “{{user}} kissed me.” “because you dared her to.” you quickly cut in, frustrated. “i wasn’t trying to pick either of you.”

jackie smirks, stepping closer. “who said you have to pick?” shauna stands, eyes narrowed. “not everything’s a game, jackie.”

“no,” jackie says, looking at you, a little bit more softly. “but some of us are still playing anyway.”