I'm sorry I was gone so long. Very, very, very sorry. Words cannot express how sorry I am. I know I am a horrible, miserable excuse for a human being and authoress. But I will try not to disappear for so long ever again. Ever. Because I missed you all very much. And I will try to update once every two weeks at least. So here's the chapter. And again, I'm sorry. ;n;

Friends Vs Best Friends, Chapter Two: Girl Scouts and Mystery Jars

Narrator POV

After a month, Truth or Dare Night had become a Friday night tradition between Anubis House, Landon, Marcie, and Lulu. No one really knew exactly how Marcie had gotten Victor to allow the dog. For some unrelated reason, Victor never seemed to be in the same room as Marcie. Or Lulu, for that matter.

Anyway, tonight was Truth or Dare Night, and Marcie and Landon had shown up five minutes late. As usual.

"Sorry... we're... late..." Marcie panted, running into the room and slumping onto the floor. Landon jogged in behind her, breathing heavily. They heard a small, high pitched yap from the doorway, and then Lulu strutted in like a supermodel. A six inch tall Yorkie supermodel with silky brown fur and a pink and purple bow on the top of her head.

Nailed it, Lulu thought, hopping into Nina's lap. No dog as important as her was going to sit on the floor. Who knows what had been on it before her?

After Marcie and Landon caught their breath, Marcie sat up and dug through her bag until she found a slip of paper. "Aha! Found it! And today's first truth teller or dare taker will be... hold on, this is a receipt. One more second." She dug through her bag again, and eventually pulled out a hot pink sticky note. "Patricia! So, Patricia, Truth or Dare?"

Patricia smirked. "Dare." She replied confidently.

"Well then, this should be interesting." Marcie said, smiling evilly and tilting her face downward so it was in partial shadow.

Patricia and Marcie stood facing each other in the room Mara and Patricia shared.

"You want me... to sell cookies?" Patricia asked in disbelief. "That's it?"

"Of course not. You can't stop until you sell at least one box, and you have to wear this." Marcie reached into her bag and pulled out a bright yellow, fluffy dress with matching headband and flats.

"No way!" Patricia yelled. She turned to leave the room, and then froze when Marcie spoke.

"So you admit defeat, then? Wow, that was easier than expected. Guess you're out of the-"

"Fine! Just give me the stupid dress and get out of here!"

A grinning Marcie passed the dress to Patricia, along with the matching accessories. "Just be glad it's not pink."

Patricia, now wearing the horrid dress along with its add-ons (as well as the oversized yellow heart earrings Marcie forced on her as a 'finishing touch' and the yellow tote holding a few boxes of cookies), knocked on the door of her fifth house so far and contorted her face into a painfully cheery grimace when the door opened to reveal an ancient old lady wearing glasses that were balanced precariously on the edge of her nose.

"Hello, would you like to buy some cookies?" Patricia chirped.

The old lady narrowed her eyes in confusion, wondering exactly what this girl was doing on her front porch and why she looked like she was going to enter a Little Miss Sunshine pageant. "Eh? You'll have to speak up, dear!"

Patricia resisted the urge to slap the old bat and instead spoke louder and more clearly. "Would! You! Like! To! Buy! Cookies!"

"Oh! Cookies. Yes dear, how much are they?" The woman asked, reaching for her change purse.

"$2.85." Patricia realized her mistake a heartbeat after she'd made it.

"Eh?"

Patricia decided punching Marcie's face in after she got back to the house and changed out of this awful dress wouldn't be such a bad idea.

After a brief scuffle between Marcie and Patricia(Marcie only ended up with a few scratches, whereas Patricia had sustained deep claw marks and missing chunks of hair), everyone was now seated in their pre-dare spots, ready to continue the game.

Patricia eyed everyone for a moment before picking the next poor soul to be dared. "Amber, I dare you to dye your hair black."

Amber balked. "No! My hair is one of my best features, how could I ruin it like that! Also, black is, like, so not my color."

Patricia smirked. " So that means Amber's out, which means… Jerome! You're up! I dare you to…" She looked around the room for a second before her eyes landed on Marcie's bag. She whispered something to Marcie, who pulled a jar of the most vile-looking gunk out of her bag.

Jerome made a face at the jar, which reeked something awful. "Ugh, what is that? Is that even legal?" Marcie smiled and shrugged. No one in the room found her vauge gesture reassuring.

"Eat and/or drink this," Patricia grinned.

"But… but what's in it?" Jerome spluttered helplessly.

Marcie replied with another vauge shrug, peering at the jar. "It looks like…um…maybe it's some…yeah, I have no idea. But hopefully it won't kill you!" She smiled, attempting to ease Jerome's nerves; instead it had the exact opposite effect.

Patricia snatched the jar and shoved it into Jerome's face. "Drink up!"

Jerome took the jar from her hesitantly and cracked the lid open just a tiny bit. Immediately the room was filled with the scent of decomposing roadkill, baked landfill, and a bathroom after a Taco Bell catering event. Everyone turned green, and Jerome slammed the lid down again.

"I forfeit."

"Wimp- ah, wait, I'm sorry! Stop, get it away!"