This "game" was getting intense.
15 year old Olive and her boyfriend Fletcher were in the middle of the A.N.T farm with a huge crowd of students around them. They sat at opposite ends of the coffee table not looking at anything but each other's eyes. It was about forty-five minutes after school and there was no doubt they'd be there longer. They were in the middle of a rhyme war.
It all started when the young couple and their best friend china were finishing up a last minute English assignment. That's when Fletcher rhymed "seem" and "mean,"Olive countered by saying, "green, beans."
And back and forth they went.
"Darn, hard" Fletcher said staring intensely at his blonde girlfriend.
"Umm, drum" Olive retorted, she never backed out of a challenge.
"Ton, fun" Fletcher said, sitting on the floor next to the coffee table.
"Prime, Time" Olive responded, sitting opposite him, acknowledging the fact that they were going to be there a while.
"Obsessed, happiness" Fletcher spoke with a smile on his lips.
At this point more students gathered around watching the cute couple looking adoringly at each other while spitting out rhymes.
"Joke, poke" Olive said, reaching out and poking Fletcher on the check and getting a small chuckle out of him.
"Red, bed-head" Fletcher shot back, ruffling Olive's hair, making her giggle.
"Won, sun" Olive said, after getting her hair back to normal and out of its ruffled state.
"Me, tea" Fletcher responded leaning onto the table hoping to get closer to his girlfriend.
"Lady, baby" Olive said, reaching out for Fletcher's hand and holding it.
"Rhyme, slime" Fletcher retorted, sniffing Olive's hand and acting as if it smelled like angels, causing laughs out of everyone.
"Done, gone" Olive said taking her hand out of Fletcher's nose, causing him to frown.
"Meat, seat" Fletcher said, acting heartbroken and making the puppy-dog face. His eyes never did leave Olive's.
"Pot, lot" said Olive, giving in and giving Fletcher her hand again.
And on, and on they went.
Lick, stick. Neat, meat. Supreme, frosting. Taffy, laffy. Candy, sandy. Worm, squirm. Dog, frog.
Around, crowd. Took, look. Dreaming, screaming. Hide, try. Shaken, awaken.
They said any rhyme you could think of until finally Fletcher ran out of rhymes.
Olive delivered the last rhyme of the "game" saying, "Dove, Love."
And the game was over, after everyone cleared out, leaving Olive and Fletcher alone; Olive spoke, "You know you had no chance in beating me, I have a wonderful memory, you know."
Fletcher wrapped his arms around her waist and gave her a sweet kiss. "I know," he said, "it was just great to spend the whole day with you."
"You're too sweet!" Olive replied hugging him, "But remember, you can NEVER beat me."
"A guy can try can." Fletcher said. And hand-in- hand they walked out the A.N.T Farm.