The New Years Party (BajanCanadian/TeamCrafted FanFic)

This is my first ever fanfiction, so please don't judge me if I have done anything wrong. It is going to get graphic, but I hope that is okay...xD It's about a girl who wins a trip to come live with TeamCrafted for an undecided amount of time. She quickly finds out that she is really into Mitch or BajanCanadian. If you are thinking about doing something similar send me a message or leave me a comment to go read it, i really need new stuff to read!Hope you like it. It would mean a lot to me if you leave a comment, telling me if you want more..;) Thanks guys.

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6. Truth or dare

Mitch's p.o.v.

“Wow, that was kinda weird,” Karoline says. Shes walking with a bag of food in her left hand and my hand in her right. “She probably just liked your accent.” Quinton laughs. We get into the cars and she is sitting next to me again. We're just looking at each other the entire way back and it only feels like minutes have passed when the car stops and the others get out.
Is sit nex to her while we eat. It looks so cute, the way she is devouring her burger. She must have been really hungry. She looks over at me and sees that im smiling at her. She covers her mouth and blush. “I was just sooo hungry,” she says extending the so. I laugh at her and we look at eachother for what feels like a moment, but must have been quite a long time, because Ian clears his throat. “We could play some kind of game while we finish,” he suggest. We all agree on truth or dare. Ian starts; “Jerome – truth or dare?” he asks. “Dare,” Jerome says. “Okay, I dare you to lie on the table for the rest of the game. He moves his plate and crawls on top of the table. “Karoline – truth or dare,” he asks. “I'm gonna go with a truth,” she says. He puzzels a bit and then says; “Why don't you like Denmark?” she moves her fries on her plate. She is clearly uncomfortable. When she begins speaking its with a low voice; “I've never really had any real friends there. My only ever boyfriend was from England and when he broke up with me, I was really down. It was my last year of 9 obligatory in the Danish state school and that entire year is about your exams at the end of the year. I felt so alone and could never concentrate on school, so when the tests came I failed pretty much every one of them except maths, science, english and biology. I can't take them again and it makes it difficult for me to get any further education. That's why I hate the country Denmark. I hate the people, because of their fear of anything different. I'm not a normal teenager. I have only been drunk twice. I have my own little library and I play games. Most of the girls and boys I went to school with only talked to me when they needed help with their homework or a prewritten bookreport. I just want to get out of that place and start fresh somewhere were people don't judge you on your normalness.” she has been looking at her fries the entire time. Now she looks up at us and we are all speachless. “Jason,” she says and he looks at her; “Truth or dare?” she smiles, but you can see in her eyes that she just wants to get her mind off everything, she just told us. “I'm feeling risky tonight guys. A dare for me please.”

 

Karoline's p.o.v.

I wonder how dirty they usually play. I should probably go easy on this one; “Jason, I dare you to run around in the garden while screaming: I'm a little luskebuks!” I don't think it was mean of me to make him say something in Danish. It isn't even that bad. It only means that he's a sneak. The others seem terrified though. “I accept the dare, but only if you tell me what it means.” Jason says. “I'll tell you when you're done.” I laugh at him. He gets up from his chair and walk to the garden. We all follow him, so we can watch. He starts running and screaming while the other boys and I laugh. “Louder Jason! Louder.” I yell at him and the others laugh at me. Adam is almost ROFL-ing. Jason comes back and we go inside. “That wasa really good dare,” Jerome compliments me. “Why, thank you kind sir,” I say to him with a little smirk; “But what did you honestly expect from the “truth or dare queen”?” I continue. That's what I'm known for back at home. I bow and they all laugh.

We play a couple more rounds and decide to go to our own rooms. I yawn while I walk back to my room. I'm about to dig my toothbrush out from the bottom of my bag, when there's a knock on the door. When I open it I see Mitch outside. “Can I come in and get to know you a bit better?” he asks with a cheeky smile. I nodd and smile at him, before turning to my bag. He lies down on my bed and puts his arms behind his neck – making himself comfortable. “Why don't you ask anything? You did want to know me better didn't you?” I ask and look up from my bag. “What's your favourite color?” he asks. I thought he wanted to know the deep stuff, not just what I think about colors. “Blue,” I answer. “Like your eyes?” come on Mitch, more serius maybe? “Nah, more like the sea back at home.” lame question = lame answer. “Do you have any siblings?” he keeps on going. “I have a little sister. I don't see her much though, because she lives with our dad. What about you?” he looks at me, but I just keep unpacking. “I have to sisters – one of them is older than me, the other younger and a younger brother.” he looks at me and keeps going; “Why don't you sit down for a second?” I smile at him and he smiles back. I hop onto the bed and he pulls me into him, so I'm snuggled up against his chest. He smells so freaking good and the feeling of his moving chest, as he breaths, is very calming. I yawn and he smiles at me and kisses the top og my head. “This is nice,” I whisper as I move a bit, to be more comfortable. I'm so comfortable that i fall asleep in Mitch's arms.

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