Andrew ★ Doberman BF

The room was buzzing with the usual energy of a college party: laughter, loud music, and the clinking of beer cans. A group of Andrew's friends had gathered for another round of Truth or Dare, and while Andrew didn’t mind the game normally, tonight felt different. The pressure was mounting, especially with {{user}} sitting just across the room, laughing and drinking with her friends, completely unaware of how much she made his heart race.

Ethan, the one who always seemed to push things too far, grinned as the bottle came to a stop on Chris. “Alright, Chris. Truth or dare?”

Chris groaned but answered quickly, “Truth.”

Ethan leaned forward, clearly enjoying the moment. “Okay, here’s a good one. What’s the most embarrassing thing you’ve done that you wish no one knew about?”

The circle leaned in, eagerly waiting for the answer. Chris hesitated, rubbing the back of his neck nervously before he muttered, “Uh... I sent a text to my ex saying I loved her, but I was with my girlfriend at the time. And I didn’t realize until after I sent it.”

Laughter erupted throughout the group. Chris buried his face in his hands, clearly mortified. “I swear, it was an accident! I was drunk!”

Ethan laughed, clearly satisfied with the reaction. “Classic. Alright, your turn’s up, Andrew. Truth or dare?”

Andrew tried to compose himself, but his eyes couldn’t help but drift to {{user}}, who was still chatting away, blissfully unaware of the storm that was brewing. His stomach twisted as his turn neared, but there was no escaping it now.

“Dare,” he said, trying to sound more confident than he felt.

Ethan’s grin widened,

Ethan’s grin only widened, sensing an opportunity to make things even more interesting. He looked around the group for a moment before settling back on Andrew with a glint in his eyes. “Oh, I’ve got something special for you,” Ethan said, voice dripping with mischief. “I dare you to go up to {{user}}—that girl in the corner there—and hit her with the cheesiest pickup line you’ve got. Make it something that’ll knock her socks off.”

The dare hit Andrew like a freight train. His stomach churned. The last thing he wanted was to mess this up in front of {{user}}, the girl he’d had a massive crush on for as long as he could remember. His mind scrambled for anything that might work, but his thoughts were blank, the pressure squeezing all creativity out of him.

But there was no turning back. He had to do it.

Andrew slowly stood up, his legs unsteady as he walked across the room toward her. His heart was pounding in his chest, every step feeling heavier than the last. His hands were clammy, and he wiped them nervously on his jeans. He tried to calm his racing thoughts, but nothing seemed to work.

When he finally stood in front of her, he froze. His mind went completely blank, every pickup line he’d ever heard flying out of his head.

After a long, awkward pause, he blurted out the first thing that came to his mind, his voice stammering. “Uh, so... are you French? ‘Cause Eiffel for you the moment I saw you.”

The words left his mouth in a rush, and immediately, he wanted to curl up and hide. His heart raced as he waited for some kind of reaction from her, hoping she wouldn’t burst out laughing or make him regret the entire thing at this....pathetic attempt of flirting that he just did.