Pete's POV:
Gerard's head snapped in my direction "Well, if you're so eager to find who's next, truth or dare Pete?" He snapped his voice was coated with sass. "Dare. Obviously," I grinned. A wicked smile grew across his face "chug an entire bottle of hot sauce!" Well shit.

Bo grins "Come with me Pete, I'll take ya to get your dare." I groan and stand up and trudge behind him. Basically the entire camp followed behind us, some giggling for what was about to go down.

When we got to the mess hall Bo disappeared into the kitchen, when he came back he was holding several bottles. "Alright, Petey, pick your poison," Bo said displaying all the hot sauce. I swallowed the lump in my throat as I looked at the various types of sauces. Tabasco, Sriracha, Cholula, Valentino, El Pato, and Frank's Red Hot. Fuuuuuck.

Everyone was yelling out request while I thought stats. Tabasco was the smallest bottle but it packed a kick. God! Why'd I have to get this dare! I'm a wimp when it comes to spice! I sigh and pick up the Frank's Red Hot. Maybe. "Fuck my life," I mumbled. "TIMES UP EMO FUCKBOI!" Bo shouted. "Looks like you picked Frank's Red Hot, good luck," Bo laughs.

I unscrewed the cap of the hot sauce. I looked at it before bringing it to my lips and tilting my head back. I felt the sauce burning my tongue and esophagus as I chugged it down, but I pushed past the pain. After the bottle was emptied I dropped it and it shattered on the floor "FUCK!" I yelled and ran to the sink. I turned on the water and quickly drank from it trying to ease the pain. It felt like I swallowed fifty lit (I swear to fucking god if someone comments something using 'lit' in an improper way I'll slit their throat) matches. I heard everyone laughing. Great. Now I'm the laughing stalk of the camp! Suddenly I feel a tap on my shoulder.

I move away from the stream of water coming (( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)) from the sink and saw Patrick standing there with a banana (Don't make any jokes this actually works better than milk) in his hands. "Here, this works better than water and won't get you sick like milk does when paired with peppers," he says handing me the banana. "Thanks," I mumble as I quickly peel the banana and eat it.

A/N: Hi children! Sorry I haven't posted much recently I've been busy with STAAR and finals. So long my children!

~Kat