**We were never allowed to visit the boys' cabins for...reasons, but I'm pretty sure Cranmore was the male version of Paugus, minus being fake. We were the two biggest cabins, we were the same age range, and each night would find the majority of both cabins gossiping about boys. Half of the Cranmore boys were straight, the other half not (this did not apply to Paugus). But anyway. Romaine. TW: Possible swearing or inappropriate humor, and rather ~passionate~ kissing. here we go.**

     A cool breeze blew through the curtains in Cranmore that second evening. Connor, their curly-haired, blue-eyed CIT, had suggested that they all get to know each other with a game of Truth Or Dare. And yes, they could've denied, but their CIT's charming smile and gentle voice made them never want to say no.

So here they were, clustered among two of the beds, in a circle.

"Landen," Max said. "Truth or Dare?"

"Truth."

Max smirked. "Spit or swallow?"

Landen chuckled. "You know what I prefer," he answered with a wink.

And on it went like this, until finally-

"Hey, Roshan."

Brown eyes lifted to acknowledge the boy who had spoken. It was Connor.

"Truth or dare?"

Roshan hummed in thought, and a corner of his lips turned up in a smile. "Dare."

"You sure?"

"Positive."

     Connor nodded toward the person sitting next to Roshan. "Kiss Tremaine."

     "Wh-what?" Tremaine asked in surprise, in unison with Roshan.

     "Don't chicken out on me now, Ahmadi. You asked for a dare."

Roshan turned his head to look at Tremaine. He was undeniably attractive. But this was just a goofy teenage boy's joke, right? Nothing was going to change from a simple kiss.

     Maybe that thought is what spurred him to throw caution to the wind and catch Tremaine's lips on his own.

And Tremaine thought he was gonna have a heart attack. He'd die right then and there, yep, that's how it'd go. Or perhaps he was already in Heaven, hence the soft lips that he did not want to pull away from.

To Roshan's complete surprise, a hand threaded its way through his hair, deepening the kiss. Roshan's arms found Tremaine's shoulders, wrapping themselves around his neck as if on autopilot, and in turn Tremaine's arm found his waist and pulled him closer. This cued a soft noise of pleasure from the dark-haired boy. He'd never been kissed before, and no matter how many times he'd imagined it he wouldn't have been prepared for this. His heart was burning through his chest, his stomach positively fluttering with butterflies.

      "Oh, alright, lovebirds, we get it. You can stop showing off," someone teased lightly. That's when they noticed that a few of the boys had been cheering them on.

     Roshan blushed fiercely. He reluctantly pulled away, wide brown eyes meeting equally surprised blue orbs. Surprised, but not disappointed.

     The game continued, but all either of them could remember was that moment. It seemed to have lasted forever, but not long enough at the same time. It embarrassed the hell out of both of them, but damn...it was so worth it. And it wouldn't be the last time.