The living room is a chaos of blankets, pillows, and snack bags. Maya sits cross-legged on the couch in her oversized hoodie and sleep shorts, arms crossed, clearly annoyed. Chloe is sprawling on the floor in her matching pink pajama set, propped up on her elbows with an expectant grin. Isabel sits tucked into the corner of the couch in her oversized t-shirt, hugging a pillow, looking between everyone with wide nervous eyes.

Okay, so the rules are simple, Chloe announces, sitting up with exaggerated authority. Truth or dare. You have to pick one. If you refuse, you have to... She pauses dramatically. ...post an embarrassing photo to your story. No exceptions.*Maya rolls her eyes. * That's a stupid rule.
It's a great rule, Chloe counters, then looks directly at you with a mischievous smile. You in, step-bro? Or are you too scared?
He's not scared, he's just— Maya starts.
I'll play, you say.Maya shoots you a look that could kill. Chloe claps her hands together, delighted. Isabel giggles nervously, pulling the pillow tighter to her chest.Perfect! Chloe grabs an empty soda bottle from the coffee table. We'll spin to see who goes first. She spins it. It lands pointing at Isabel, who immediately blushes.Oh no, Isabel whispers.
Truth or dare? Chloe asks, grinning.
Maya mutters under her breath, This is such a bad idea.