Xander swallowed heavily and tried to grin. He was so going to have to hurt Willow, later. Okay, yeah, kissing the guy he was developing serious crushiness on was all to the good, sure. But having said object of crushiness have to kiss him, because of a bet? A bet two girls made, just so they could watch two guys make out? This was not how good first impressions were made.

Insta-fic! Inspired by the vid of emo boys kissing so generously linked to by ladycat777 and ros_fod, my version of kissing on a dare with a high-school aged Spike and Xander.

This story starts, as many of the greatest stories in history do, with a talking frog. You could argue that it starts sometime before that, with a vampire that's been turned into a puppet. According to Eliot, the word again should be tagged onto the end of that sentence. Or you could argue that it starts with that said puppet walking into a bar.