Living La Vida Loca - Harry Lewis & ChrisMD

Chapter 17: sunrise

—Evelyn's POV—

"I guess we did make a good team," I agree as we start walking downstairs. I can't believe we are playing truth or dare. I feel like I'm in high school again. Kyla sits next to Harry, while I opt for the floor next to Chip. There's some icing on the side of his mouth making me laugh. He looks at me confused before I grab a napkin and wipe it off. He nods his head thanking me before turning back to the guys.

"Who's going first?" Freezy asks sipping on his energy drink. I close my eyes for a second before Kyla yells my name.

"You're going first. You can't go to sleep," she scolds. I raise my hands in defense before looking around the room.

"We just asking or are we doing the bottle spin?" I ask. Everyone is too lazy to grab a bottle so they just tell me to ask anyone. I look around the group and land on Harry, "Truth or dare bog?" I ask.

"Truth"

"Boring. Okay.... um......would you rather spend an entire year with this group in Antarctica. You can't leave or use your phone or..... would you rather have to share a toothbrush with someone of your choice?" I ask. He looks at me in horror as he picks the first option.

"There is no way I'm using someone else's toothbrush," he grimaces. I can tell Kyla is a little relieved at his basic hygienic choices. Harry picks Chip and the game continues until close to two thirty. Then it's Kyla's turn. I can tell the group is starting to grow tired until she asks me.

"Evelyn, Truth or dare?" She asks. Before I even think about it I say dare but I know that's a mistake once she smirks, "I dare you to go switch clothes with Chris," she says making me laugh. That's not what I thought it was going to be. I see Kyla giving Chris a look and that's when I start to panic. Scheming is only fun when you're involved.

I look back at the group when we start climbing the stairs and begin to feel nervous, "At least I'm not wearing a dress," I joke as he shuts the door to his bedroom.

"True. I don't know how well my shorts are going to fit you," he says. I shrug my shoulder and pull my tank top off as he pulls his jumper off. He's wearing a white undershirt and pulls that off too making my eyes travel down his body. He acts like he's leaning down to place the shirt on the bed but his breath tickles my ear, "Your turn," he whispers making a shiver run up my spine.

I kick off my sweatpants and he just follows in suit with kicking his shorts off. I grab his jumper off the bed and pull it over myself. It smells like old spice and....him. The bottom of it lays just above my thigh, "These are going to make me look like Adam Sandler," I tell him as I turn around seeing him watch me. He slides my sweatpants on and they obviously fit cause they are a men's size. Then comes the tank top. I can hear slight ripping as it sits on his chest. He widens his eyes and I just tell him it's fine cause it's really old. He pulls it the rest of the way down and it really shows off everything. You can practically see his abs showing through it.

"What's going on with you?" He asks catching me off guard, "You would have made like three jokes by now about how I'm practically naked," he says making me laugh at how vulgar I normally am.

"It's nothing," I tell him trying to think of what the right excuse would be, "We should get back downstairs before they think something happening," I tell him.

"It's Ethan. It has to be," he says, "You should make a move tonight. If you like him that's fine," he says looking disappointed. He leaves the room before I can say anything. I walk after him but hear the group teasing him about the pink shirt he's wearing. I walk down in his clothes and get made fun of for how dorky I look. It's not my fault these clothes drown me. He's not even that much bigger than me.