"Yuck!" I spit out the pickles into a napkin, trying to wipe the salty, sour taste off of my tongue to almost no avail. I quickly gulped down huge mouthfuls of water in an effort to rid myself of the memory of the taste, but instead it resulted in me choking on the water.

"Are you choking? Drink water," Nico advised without looking up from his plate, clinking his glass of water against mine and sliding the pickles off his meal and onto a separate tissue.

I coughed for a few more seconds, thumping the side of my fist into my chest. I swallowed a few more smaller sips of water, feeling as if my throat were burning. "A- am I the only p- person who thinks it's fu- cough- funny when someone tells you to drink water after you choke on water?"

"But it works," Will said, swinging his legs under the table. He nudged Nico, gesturing for him to finish the rest of his plate. Nico had finally reached the checkpoint to which he could finish half of a meal.

"I'm full," Nico whined, pushing the plate away, to which Will slid it back, then he pushed it away again, and repeated again and again.

"I'm force-feeding you pickles if you don't take two more bites."

"Wow. That's just torture in a nutshell," I pointed out sarcastically, dumping the rest of my pickles onto a tissue. "Anyways, I finished my dare of eating a pickle. Truth or dare, Nico?"

"Dare."

"I dare you to..."

A/N There's another part in the next section, I know, I know, I probably shouldn't have dragged it on this long, but technically, the story could end here. I just decided to continue it.