“I don’t think I’m a bad influence—- I think. You lost a dare and you have to suffer the consequences. I also think if I had lost the dare there’d be much more hell to face, therefore you must proceed, foam finger and all to the center stage.” He gestures forward, phone flashing shamelessly in his grip.

“You are… I’ve been becoming brash the more I hang out with you…” she throws him a playful glare. Only playful because it wasn’t necessarily a bad thing. If anything, she was breaking out of her shell and showing a side not many people were able to see past the resting bitch face. The setting was usually this. Some prank or dare going on between the two, or just something crazy in general. So while she’s at it, she drops to the ground, positioning her head then palms to the floor for her arms to carry her weight as she throws her legs up and holds herself in a baby freeze. She counts as her blood rushes to her head.