Willow - Age 15
Ten Years Ago
"Truth or dare?" Hazel asks.
I debate for a moment, then say, "Truth."
Her lips twist. "Who do you have a crush on?"
I shake my head. "No one."
Hazel tilts her head and crosses her arms. "You're not allowed to lie during truth or dare, Willow."
"I'm not!" I insist.
"You are!"
"No, I'm not!"
She questions, "What about Brandon Murphy?"
I put my finger in my mouth and pretend to vomit, then declare, "He's gross."
"No, he's not," she says.
I wrinkle my nose. "Please tell me you don't think he's hot."
She shrugs. "He's all right. But I'm more into older guys."
My eyes widen. "Like who?"
She wiggles her finger in front of me, reprimanding, "Uh-uh-uh. You have to ask me the question."
I roll my eyes. Hazel can be a big pain in the butt. She's fun to hang out with most of the time, but she can sometimes be bossy and act like she's better than me. Right now, that's exactly how I'm feeling.
She fakes a yawn. "I'm getting bored."
"Truth or dare," I blurt out.
She leans forward confidently and states, "Truth," then smirks.
"Who do you think is hot?" I inquire.
"In this house?" she asks.
I cringe. "In this house?"
"Duh," she dramatically responds.
"It's only my brothers in this house."
"Well, Wyatt's here too," she points out.
My stomach flips. "Yeah. He's like my brother too."
Her lips twitch. "He's not mine. Neither are your brothers."
My gut stops flipping and starts to dive. "Eww."
