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A/N--- This is a Valentines one-shot that I think will be better if done in chapters. I'll get it all done this weekend (hopefully) but my goal is to have it done by today. Enjoy

xoxo Tabi

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Prologue--- The Dare

Frank POV

"Ok, are we ready?" I asked and the circle of heads bobbed up and down. "Alright; here's how it goes. Truth is self explanatory. Don't lie. If you choose 'dare', you have to do your assignment no matter what. If you refuse, you strip and streak."

"Streak where?" Bob asked with a little apprehension.

"Across school grounds; completely nude." Pete, my best friend and evil genius mastermind said with a devious smile. "Don't like the rules, don't play. Once you start, you agree to abide by the rules. No backing out."

"So, who's in?" I asked and glances were exchanged amongst everyone.

"I'll do it." Brendon said merrily. "How about you?" He asked as he pressed his mouth against the back of Ryan's neck, making Ryan twitch a little. I still have yet to get used to Ryan. He's the only one who doesn't 'fit in' with this group. Everyone here but Ryan is at the height of popularity; we run the school. But Brendon chose Ryan and as good, supportive friends, we're all getting used to him.

"Sure." Ryan said quietly, shifting himself if Brendon's lap. I looked at him curiously, wondering what he would look like naked because there's no way Mr. Ross, king of model behavior, can put up with our dares. Thanks to Pete, I've done shit I'll regret all my life.

"Bryar?" I turned my attention to the blond who was staring into space.

"Yeah...what the hell. Got nothing better to do." He said with a shrug.

"More like no one better to do." Pete mumbled and I smacked his arm; smiling myself. He stuck his tongue out at me then fell over into Patrick's lap, over playing the situation greatly. Patrick rolled his eyes and rubbed Pete's arm until Pete got bored of pouting.

"Playing Patrick?" I asked him as Pete turned himself over so he was lying on his stomach with his face right in Patrick's crotch. Nothing new. Pete's as much of a whore as I am. I'm better though. I haven't committed because the thought of 'going steady' sickens me. Too many hot bodies to grind and too many pleasurable one-night stands for me to choose just one.

"I 'spose." Patrick said, exhaling deeply; no doubt trying to ignore Pete who was getting handsy.

"And obviously Pete and I are." I said, directing my attention to everyone. "Well, I guess we're all set. Who wants to go first?" Brendon's hand instantly shot into the air. "Alright Bden; truth or dare?"

"Dare!" Brendon squealed; Ryan flinching from Brendon's overly high voice. He takes (a lot of) getting used to. In our group he's obnoxious and hyper; public he's laid back and shy. Same goes for Patrick except he's not really obnoxious and hyper around us; just jokes around a lot and is a lot of fun. But in public, you tend to forget Patrick's even around because he's very quiet. People only know him because of Pete.

"Ok, I dare you..." I had to think of something that might amuse the rest of us. "To kiss someone in this room that's not me and not Ryan." My mind's still getting going so that was the best I could come up with.

"That's not fair." Brendon whined. "Ryan's my boyfriend. To do it in front of him is cruel."

"I don't mind." Ryan said shyly. I smiled and held my hand out towards him, moving it a little as though I was trying to show off some display. Brendon's mouth opened again but no words came out.

"Kiss or strip and streak." I told Brendon, leaning back on my arms.

"But-"

"Oh come on!" Pete sat up, Patrick's face expressing relief. "It's not that difficult Urie." He said with annoyance. Next thing I knew, I was underneath Pete who managed to straddle himself over me after tacking me to the ground and forcing his grinning lips onto mine.

"Pete!" I yelled to the best of my abilities; prying him off me eventually. "No!" I scowled. "Now get the fuck off me and back to your boyfriend."

"But I love you!" Pete whined with amusement. Patrick sighed and grabbed the back of Pete's shirt; yanking him off me and into Patrick's lap. Patrick hooked his arms tightly around Pete who just melted into the embrace. His attacking me was nothing new or personal so Patrick would just retrieve Pete when it was done.

I sat up and dramatically ran my hand along my mouth; leaving behind an expression of disgust. Pete frowned then kicked me. "Which you gonna do?" I ignored Pete to go back to Brendon. With a heavy sigh, Brendon released Ryan who gingerly got off his lap and sat in Brendon's spot whit his knees pulled to his chest as Brendon stood and contemplated. His choices were Bob, Pete, or Patrick. After a few moments, Pete got bored and wiggled his way from Patrick's arms; attacking Brendon.

"You might want to get your man whore a leash." Bob told Patrick with a smile.

"He's a free spirit." Patrick said, looking at his watch before retrieving Pete once again. "So, how's Urie taste? I've heard enough about everyone else." Pete smiled then slammed his lips against Patrick's; holding tightly to Patrick's face so he couldn't pull away. Pete is obsessed with kissing.

"Moving on." I said loudly as Brendon remained in a shocked state. Ryan released his knees and leaned his head on Brendon's shoulder. They really did look cute together. "Truth or dare Bob?"

"Why am I next?" Bob whined.

"Because I can't ask myself, Brendon just went, Ryan is too shy, Pete's attempting to eat Patrick's face, again," Pete released Patrick's face with one hand and flipped me off without breaking the kiss, "and Patrick is a little pre-occupied. Thus, you. Truth or dare?"

"Truth."

"Boring." I said as I thought of a question. "If you could fuck anyone in this room, who?" Sex questions are the fuel of truth and dare.

"Ryan." Bob said and both Ryan and Brendon's eyes widened with shock. "What? You're cute and shy like me." Brendon put his arms around Ryan, glaring at Bob and mouthing 'mine' while squinting. Bob just shrugged and I couldn't help but laugh. Gotta love the guy. "So truth or dare Ryan?" Bob asked.

"T-truth." Ryan mumbled almost inaudibly.

"Would you fuck me?" I nearly exploded with laughter as Bob's casual question mortified Ryan.

"Uh..y-yeah...I g-guess..." He said, looking to the floor. Bob smiled with satisfaction and I saw Brendon's grip around Ryan's waist tighten as he gave Bob the death glare. I laughed until I choked and finally managed to sit myself back up.

"Ok lover boy; let him breathe." I told Pete; smacking the back of his head. Pete pulled away from Patrick and turned himself around in Patrick's lap; grinning widely. "Truth or dare?"

"Gimme your best dare Iero." Pete said with an excited, challenging voice.

"Steal Patrick's hat." I said with a smile.

"Touch and I'll kill you." Patrick warned Pete. After a moment of stillness passed, Pete suddenly grabbed a hold of Patrick's hat and jumped from Patrick's lap; running towards the bed and smiling as he crammed the hat onto his head. "You little fuck!" Patrick yelled with annoyance when he registered what happened. He got up and ran after Pete; climbing onto the bed and trying to grab the hat back but Pete was too quick. "I'm going to kill you too Iero!" Patrick said angrily as he followed Pete, who was taunting him, around the room.

"Why me?" I asked innocently. "He could have streaked."

"I plan to." Pete announced merrily, climbing onto the dresser and slipping out of his jeans. He's a man whore and is an expert in the removal of clothes; his and others. Pete took his shirt off next and threw it at Patrick; leaving him in only boxers and Patrick's hat.

Giving up, Patrick sat on the bed and glared at me. "Truth or dare?" He asked with gritted teeth, crossed arms, squinted eyes, and a bitter voice.

"Dare." I said. Patrick sucked at making up dares so I knew it would be nothing.

"I dare you to get Gerard Way to go to the Valentine's dance with you then kiss him in front of everyone." All amusement in the room was replaced with absolute shock; from everyone.

"Trick, that's really harsh." Pete said sympathetically as he got off the dresser.

"A dare's a dare." Patrick said, an evil smile poking through. "So, what are you going to do?"

"But Gerard's a freak!" I stuck out in my defense. "The bottom of the chain here! The thought of just talking to him makes me-" I gagged a little. "I can't."

"Then start stripping." Patrick told me with a cynical smile. Everyone looked to me with shock and sincere sympathy.

"Fuck you." I mumbled at Patrick. "I'm not stripping. I'm only destroying every fucking ounce of my reputation." I can't back down from a dare. No matter what.

"Good." Patrick told me. "Starting tomorrow, you have to make Gerard you V-day dance sweetheart." I glared at him as he smirked back. It was dead silent for a few minutes as I plotted my revenge.

"So..." Pete broke the silence and slid his boxers off to our protest. "Anyone joining me?" We all complained and shook our heads. "Your loss." He took Patrick's hat off his head and held it over his genitals.

"Pete!" Patrick yelled in aggravation as Pete quickly exited the dorm; streaking across the main lawn singing happily while Patrick ran after him and we all watched from the window.