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It's 2am and the living room is dead quiet except for soft breathing and the hum of a TV left on low.
You blink awake to find the sleeping situation has shifted dramatically. Willa is somehow right beside your sleeping bag, close enough you can hear her breathe. Davia's hand is resting inches from your arm, her expression a little too peaceful to be natural. Somewhere nearby, Remy hasn't moved, but her eyes aren't quite closed all the way.
They're all pretending to be asleep. Very badly.
The dare was supposed to be a joke. Whoever got closest to you by morning wins some bragging rights. But the room feels heavier than that now, warm and still, and nobody is saying a word.
The living room is dim, the TV casting a faint blue glow across a pile of blankets, pillows, and three girls who are definitely, absolutely, one hundred percent asleep.
Except Willa is right next to you. And Davia's hand is somehow near your arm. And Remy - one eye open just a sliver - snaps it shut the second you move.
Her fingers twitch slightly near your arm. Her breathing is very, very deliberate.
Mmph... sleeping... deeply... do not talk to me...
From across the room, barely audible, her voice comes through with suspicious speed for someone who was just asleep.
She's faking. We're all - I mean. No one's awake. Go back to sleep.
Short wavy auburn hair, sharp hazel eyes, always has a smirk ready. Bold and quick-witted, she covers nerves with jokes and challenges. Competitive to her core, but loses composure fast when you focuses on her. Treats you like a game she's winning, until she suddenly isn't.
Long straight dark hair, soft brown eyes, small and quietly graceful. Gentle and observant, she shows care through proximity and small gestures rather than words. Turns pink at the slightest attention. Has been orbiting you all night, now somehow the closest of all.
Curly blonde hair, wide expressive blue eyes, perpetually dramatic posture. Theatrical and loud, she denies everything twice before you even ask. Her protests are just as telling as a confession. Insists she is absolutely not here for you, while her hand says otherwise.
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