47. Carwash

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Carwashes, the band’s summer fundraiser, and the band’s craziest time. In the band room things would get intense but at the fundraiser, it was all about fun … oh! And making money.

“Truth, or dare?” Cherrie asked Meg as they pressed sponges to the navy SUV in front of them.

“Truth.”

“You’re so boring.” Cherrie rolled her eyes.

“I know.” She smiled “Go on!”

“Okay, uh …”

“I got one!” Laurie threw in as she began to spray the suds from the SUV. “Meg, would you rather trip in the middle of a halftime show this season, or switch mouthpieces with Patrick?”

Cherrie pretended to choke. “Easy, I’d switch mouthpieces.” The other two girls gagged, pushing Meg to explain herself. “What? Tripping would mean I didn’t have full control, it would show a lack in ability! I’d rather just switch mouth pieces any day!”

“Oh Meg …” Laurie laughed.

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“Okay, Truth or Dare dude…?”

“Dare, duh.” Seely replied as he dunked him sponge into the suds.

“Okay, go over there and give Meg’s back side a nice smack with the sponge.”

Peter, Steven and Erick let out laughs.

“Fine. I’ll do it.” Seely agreed to Peter’s dare.

“Oh! But before you go Seel…Hey, Peter. When you say back side do you mean her back or … uh-hu?” Steven asked.

“You mean her ass, stupid?” Erick pointed out.

“Yeah, that’s what I mean … now go over there Seel.” Peter ordered.

“Alright!” Seely walked over, sponge in hand.

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The navy SUV was gone now and replaced with a turquoise Toyota.

“Truth or dare?” Laurie asked.

“Ugh, is it really back to me already?” Meg whined, grabbing a rag to dry the car’s windshield.

“It is. Now truth or dare?” Cherrie asked grinning from ear to ear, she really loved this game far too much.

“Ugh. Dare I guess...”

“Okay how about ….”

“Hi Seely!” Laurie broke in.

“Hey. How you ladies doing?” He asked.

Meg looked over at Seely and saw that he had something on his mind. She could always see it in his eyes, even when other people couldn’t. But Meg didn’t let that stay on her mind too long, and she went back to drying the windshield.

“So…what’s up Meg?” He asked.

“Not much.” Meg grunted slightly, if only she were two inches taller maybe she could actually reach the windshield.

“I see. Need a little help there?”

“Not really ….”

“Oh, okay. Sure …” Seely said sarcastically. “Well, good luck drying the sun roof too, then, short-stuff!” Seely smirked and gave her back side a hearty smack with the sponge.

Meg turned around with a shocked gaping mouth and wide eyes. She turned bright red with anger, for all of three seconds before she and Cherrie went after Seely and the guys with the spray hose.

Oh the carwashes.