writtenbymatthew:
He hollered as she caved in. “Yes!” Matthew started a small round of applause right before starting the introductions. However, realizing he would just be throwing a bunch of random, unmeaningful names her way, he simply said: “Everyone, this is Emma. Emma, this is everyone.” Somewhere deep inside Matt hoped to distract the others enough with this commotion so that they’d straight up forget about the truth he had had to answer before. So far it seemed to work or perhaps they were too uninterested to bring it up again and make a fuss about it. Either way, Matt didn’t want to risk it so as soon as the brunette sat down next to him, he ushered for the game to go on. “In honour of our new player, I feel like it’d be her turn. So c'mon, ask her the question.” He signed at whoever was sitting opposite of him and they immediately complied with Matt’s firm order. They all shut their mouths to hear the notorious words: ‘Emma, truth? Or dare?’
There’s an awkward, nervous sort of smile plastered to her features at the careless introduction. Her eyes, dark and mud-colored, sweeping swiftly over the unfamiliar faces of Matt’s friends before she casts them back down to her hands; They’re long, slender, her nails bitten off, and she fidgets with the edge of her skirt unconsciously. The heated stare of her brother’s blue eyes seem to fade with seconds and the next time she let her hues wonder to the corner of her vision, there’s nothing but the old oak tree he’d been leaning against. The question, inevitably coming, has her snapping back to the group, her thoughts jumbling. Truth would be the easy way out but the option makes her stomach clench and she knows, somewhere within the back of her mind, that she won’t be able to bare to answer. Not with the nagging factor she hides and denies. “You can’t tell them.” His voice is sneering, demanding, and she can feel the ghost of his breath slither along her skin. “Dare.” Mutters Ems, a soft croak in her voice.
