Soooooo cliché. But I have yet to see a 'truth or dare' with Stephanie Perkins' characters so let's get on that.

All the characters belong to Stephanie Perkins and all that jazz.

They were taking forever.

Lola couldn't believe her dads, who were normally itching for a date night out, just the two of them, were dawdling about so much. Andy's excuse was he couldn't find his shoes and Nathan was in the garden watering their plants that they hadn't bothered to do in months.

Lola stood at the door of her fathers' bedroom with her arms crossed. "Can't you just wear some other shoes?" She pleaded.

"No, I cannot." Andy said, popping his head up from where he was searching under the bed. "I thought you were all about fashion, Lo. You of all people should know."

Lola rolled her eyes. "Maybe St. Clair and Josh can help you when they get here."

Andy looked away. "Hmm?"

When Lola had asked if she could have five friends over for a movie night, her dads had agreed straight away. Lola had been on her best behaviour since they had caught her in bed with Cricket mostly to gain their trust back and be allowed to spend more time with her boyfriend. (Boyfriend!). When they had found out that of the six people that would be there that night three of them would be boys, they had taken it a little differently.

"Absolutely not." Nathan had declared.

"Why not? You said I could have five friends over! Their girlfriends are coming too, and they are very much in love with their girlfriends. Like, oh my god, I'd murder for you in love." Lola winced. That wasn't the best thing to say.

"It's a movie night – we're ordering pizzas, not having an orgy!" Lola blew a strand of hair from her face that had come loose in exasperation. "For god's sake, Cricket's going to be there. What's the worst that could happen?"

Nathan looked peeved, but Andy always was the easiest one to crack. He placed his hand on his partners forearm. "C'mon, Nathan. It's just a couples night. We used to have them all the time with Baz and Larry. They're kids."

Lola didn't know who Baz and Larry were and didn't particularly want to know, either. The 'kids' comment was kind of uncalled for, but if it got her what she wanted she'd have to accept it. She chose not to mention the fact that two of them coming tonight were engaged.

Nathan then looked over at Andy. He closed his eyes tightly. "Fine." It seemed like it was very hard for him to say. "But if I find out any funny business, Dolores, you're going to regret it."

"Thank you, thank you, thank you!" Lola had cried, hugging both of her dads.

Now, three weeks later, they had come round more to the idea but were still, obviously, reluctant to leave.

"Lola!" Nathan cried from downstairs, "Cricket's here!"

Lola gave Andy one last look, as if to say I know what you're doing and then fled down the stairs. Cricket was waiting at the bottom for her. He was wearing skin tight pants (Lola didn't have words to describe how much she loved them) and his wrists were covered with bands and bracelets. She checked to see if Nathan was anywhere in sight before kissing him soundly. She had stayed on the third stair up to be his height.

"Hey, you." She said, pulling back from him but keeping her arms loosely around his neck.

"Hi." He said breathily. That made Lola's heart soar. "I've missed you."

"I've missed you too. I couldn't wait for tonight." Lola sighed. She had been planning this night for a month. "I had a shift with Anna earlier and her and Etienne are picking up Isla and Josh at six, so if we can get my dads to leave A.S.A.P we can fit in a little alone time." She leaned forward to kiss him again, never getting enough of his lips, when he jerked his head back. His eyes looked amused.

"Etienne?" Cricket laughed. Only his girlfriend called him by his real name. "Hey there, Anna."

"It was a long shift."

Her dads still hadn't gone.

Lola and Cricket were sat on the sofa; her legs sprawled across his lap. His fingers were tucked inside her frilly ankle socks; his hands very warm against her foot.

Andy was also in the room, but Lola was trying to only speak to him when necessary to move him along. It wasn't hard. She spent most of her time looking at Cricket, anyway.

"What time is your table booked, Mr. Nolan?" Cricket asked and Lola had to hide her smile. He said it in such a polite way that Andy wouldn't see it as a dig at him, but Cricket just being friendly. If Lola had said that, it would've come across as whiny.

"Half six." Andy replied, offering Cricket a small smile.

"That's in twenty minutes. Should you be going?" Lola said. Cricket's fingers started to rub circles on her skin.

Andy shot her a look and sighed deeply. "Yes. I suppose we should."

She tried to keep the smug grin off her face, but the corners of her mouth kept turning up slightly.

Andy shouted for Nathan out in the garden and somehow they all – finally – ended up crowded around the front door. Ten more steps and they would have left the house.

"You know the rules, Dolores." Nathan said sternly. Of course she knew the rules. They had been said to her every night across the dining table for the past month.

Lola gave them what she hoped was a polite smile and they waved goodbye, and off they went outside the door. Lola and Cricket gave silly cries of "WOO!" and "HELL YEAH!" and high fived each other. They were both smiling so widely it was starting to hurt their cheeks.

Cricket's hands curled into the sides of Lola's jacket and pulled her towards him flat against his chest. She loved it when he did that, but it would start to hurt her neck soon, looking straight up at him. She buried her face in his shoulder.

"This is a man's jacket, Lo. Should I be worried?" He tried to sound angry but even without seeing his face she could tell he was smiling as he said it. He was right, it was a man's jacket. Brown leather that completely drowned her small figure. It also had a bizarre, vibrant peacock print inside. She wore plain black leggings with it, toning it down slightly. This was a movie night with a few friends; she didn't have to dress herself up.

Lola giggled but didn't answer him. There was never anyone else but Cricket. She could feel his hands at the side of her face. At the same time his lips touched hers; his fingers found her wig and took it off her head. Lola had always hated her natural hair; boring brown and limp. Cricket seemed to love it. He was forever taking her brightly coloured wigs off and running his fingers through her hair. It usually made her feel sleepy but it was having the opposite effect tonight.

"We have about half an hour until they get here." Cricket whispered. Lola loved it when he whispered. His voice was all soft and sexy.

They moved themselves to the sofa and curled together; kissing. They didn't do anything more than that. Kissing was as far as they had gotten so far, and Lola was more than happy with that. She didn't want to rush with Cricket; she wanted to do things how they wanted to do it and at the speed they were both comfortable with.

Cricket was the first to move. After such a blissful half hour, Lola was more than tempted to ring Anna and fake the flu so she could stay here with Cricket. He had other ideas.

"You have about 5 mins', Lo." He smiled at her from where he stood. God, that boy was tall.

It turned out, they didn't even have five minutes. A loud crashing noise came from outside Lola's front door. They were definitely here.

"You should knock. They might be getting off in there." St. Clair said loudly. Lola watched Cricket's ears go pink.

"Of course I'm going to knock!" Anna. Lovely Anna. "I'm not just going to walk into her house."

Lola opened the door to the four smiling faces. Both couples were joint at the hip with their partners.

"We were not getting off, thank you very much, St. Clair." Lola greeted and let them all in. There was lots of hugging, which Lola liked. She thought people – friends – should hug more. It was nice. Isla was a really good hugger.

Anna had said (gushed) that Josh and Isla were back together. Lola and Cricket hadn't seen them properly since that eventful night in Paris but still considered them close friends. She had added them both on Facebook and they all had a group Whatsapp chat which was extremely hilarious and hard to keep up with. Lola could see how in love they were and how their eyes followed the other where ever they went. Lola knew Isla was a hopeless romantic. If she could have seen herself, she would have exploded.

"So," Josh turned to Anna with a grin. "What film have you brought, Femme Film Freak?"

Anna dug her elbow into his ribs. "Shut up! Don't be jealous of my blog, Wasserstein."

"Get over yourself, Oliphant."

Anna had declared that at this film night, they would be watching three films and each couple was in charge of bringing a film. That was fine with Lola. The only thing TV related Lola could think of was Pushing Daisies, thanks to Lindsey.

Lola had left Cricket to decide on their film. He had chosen one of the X-Men films. She had never seen them, but she'd never admit that. Anna was nodding, so it must have been acceptable.

Josh and Isla had brought Grease. They challenged the rest of them to a sing off. St. Clair's eyes practically lit up. When it was his and Anna's turn, Josh did a little drum roll. They had brought Guardians of the Galaxy. Anna was looking a little too smug when everyone agreed that, okay; it was by far the best choice. St. Clair gave her a big kiss. Lola didn't know if that was because she won the movie battle – Lola didn't realise they were having one – or just because he wanted to kiss her. Probably both.

Josh was in charge of sorting out the DVD player. Lola had a brief moment of worry – did her dads old DVD player still work? The eject button took a while to work but it did eventually come on. X-Men was up first. The three girls were in the kitchen, sorting out the popcorn. The boys could be heard in the living room totally gushing about Wolverine.

When they all settled down to watch it, there were three bowls of popcorn – sweet, salty and toffee – and lots of blankets handed out. It was all very cosy, especially as Lola was tucked into the arm of Cricket.

When the film was finished, it was drinks-and-pee breaks. The minute the credits started rolling, Josh sprung from his seat, knocking Isla flying.

"BATHROOM, LO?" He shouted. He was already half up stairs, she didn't have the heart to tell him that he had passed the downstairs toilet.

"THIRD DOOR ON THE RIGHT."

"THANK YOU."

"Are we going to watch the second film now?" Anna asked excitedly. St. Clair pressed his laughing face into her hair. She had really cool hair. A blonde streak in the mix of all that brown.

"Why don't we have a break?" Isla asked them. She grinned up at Josh who had returned looking a changed man.

There was mumbles and mutters of approval of Isla's idea and Cricket kicked off the blanket and stretched his legs out.

"Cricket Bell, the BFG." St. Clair laughed.

"You wound me, St. Clair."

"I'll make it up to you." He said, standing up – his boots made the usual clomping noise. "I have the perfect idea."

"Is that so?" Josh questioned. He didn't sound like he believed it. Lola knew it didn't matter if he believed it or not, Josh was in.

"Those three little words…" St. Clair smirked. "Truth or Dare."

I was going to write a long one-shot of this whole fic but then somehow it was already midnight and I forgot to sleep like all this week and my eyelids are sticking together. I'll write chapter two tomorrow and probably upload it too so keep an eye out. It will, of course, be the truth or dare part of the fic. If you have any truth or dare prompts you desperately want to see Stephanie Perkin's characters do – let me know on my tumblr. ( .com) If I get any, I'll probably do a part two.