Popsicle

This, David decided, was some kind of cruel punishment. Cooked up by her twisted mind in retaliation for something he had no memory of doing.

An incoherent whimper slipped past his lips as he watched her lick the sticky liquid that had melted off of the orange popsicle she had been eating from her fingers and the palm of her hand.

'She can't be oblivious to what she's doing' he thought, blushing madly when she made eye contact with him.

Amy hid a smirk behind her popsicle. Was it mean that she was teasing him like this? Probably, but he just made it too easy and too much fun.

Texting

A: Hey, remember that hoodie I borrowed a while ago?

D: Yeah...what about it?

A: Just letting you know, the only reason you'll ever get that back is because it's lost its scent.

A: I'll expect it back as soon as you have made it smell like you.

D: That's fine, mostly because once it comes back, it smells like you :)

A: Awww!

A: Good answer ;D

Red

"Well?" A single eyebrow raised in question as the owner tried valiantly not to start laughing at the expression on her boyfriends face.

"Uh...you...you l-look nice." He finally stammered, wide blue eyes trailing over the wine red lace crop top and the matching pleated skirt she was wearing. He swallowed, mouth suddenly very dry.

"Thank you." She laughed softly at his stammer and walked over to him in strappy black heels that created a clicking sound on the floor.

With a wicked smirk, she buried her hands in his blond locks, dragged his face down to be level with hers and pressed their lips together in a hard teasing kiss.

Princess

A princess was supposed to get a prince that loved her, a princess was supposed to overcome every hardship she had thrown at her with the help of the obligatory sidekicks and her prince, a princess was supposed to live happily ever after.

Amy called bullshit on that.

Because Sleeping Beauty was raped, Snow White forced her stepmother to dance in red hot shoes till her death, Ariel turned into sea foam when she refused to save herself at the cost of the prince's life and Rapunzel's prince blinded himself on a thorn bush and had to blindly walk around in agony for years.

And that wasn't even getting into the fact that most of the princesses didn't try to change their situation with a mans help. They were weak without a male influence, and they were still weak with one.

So, she really didn't believe in princes and princesses and happily ever afters. Still didn't, even if she now had an adorable boyfriend who loved her.

Because she might have opened her heart to the idea of love, but she wasn't gonna turn into some kind of damsel in distress overnight. She could fight her own battles, thank you very much.

Chocolate

"Have you ever had chocolate?" Amy asked offhandedly, popping a chunk of milk chocolate into her mouth and lifting her eyes from her book to look at her boyfriend.

"Yes..." He answered slowly, looking at her in confusion. "Why do you ask?"

She smirked, popped another piece of chocolate into her mouth, leaned forward to kiss him and pushed the chunk into his mouth.

"Have you ever eaten chocolate like that?" She asked, smirking smugly at the deep red blush that overtook his cheeks and his spluttering.

Book

"It makes no sense! Why do people like these books? The female lead is about as interesting as a blank sheet of paper and seems to think that someone old enough to be her grandfather watching her whilst she sleeps is romantic," she stressed the word with an expression of disgust. "She makes assumptions about a friendly extroverted girl being a stereotypical shallow cheerleader and as soon Edward starts to pay her attention, she abandons her friends as her life shifts its orbit to revolve around him," she finished her rant with a particularly withering glare at the open book.

David stared at his annoyed girlfriend, wondering whether he should put the couch between them in case she decided to chuck the book that was recipient of her annoyance at him.

Honey

"What. Did. You. Just. Call. Me?" Her eye twitched in annoyance as she glared up at her boyfriend.

"I called you honey." He said slowly, trying to hide his smile at how cute she looked when mad at him. He knew she could be terrifying to others, but he always saw her as being adorable.

"Don't. Call. Me. Honey." She growled.

Ring

"What are you doing?" She asked, laughing as the blonde male dragged her down the street towards a shop which she knew to sell cheap jewellery, sweets and stationary.

"You'll see." He tossed her a smirk over his shoulder as he dragged her inside the shop and over to the cheap ring display.

"I'm sure I will." She stated dryly, rolling her eyes fondly at the dork she was dating.

He simply smiled at her and went to look through the collection of small plastic rings, eventually finding one that he was sure she would laugh at.

"Give me your hand." He said, smiling at her as she did so with a matching smile and an amused glint in her eyes. He slid the ring he'd chosen onto her middle finger and waited for her reaction.

It was a simple plastic heart shaped ring, painted in metallic red. It looked like one of those rings you'd get in a girly kid's magazine.

"Is there a reason for this?" She questioned with a smile on her face as she gazed at the slightly taller male with amusement and fondness in her eyes.

A light blush covered his cheeks and he scratched the back of his head awkwardly before whispering. "There's a shop down the street where they sell plastic rings/ For a quarter a piece/ I swear it.../ Yeah, I know that it's cheap/ Not like gold in your dreams/ But I hope that you'll still wear it/ Yeah, the ink may stain my skin/ And my jeans may all be ripped/ I'm not perfect/ But I swear I'm perfect for you."

Amy smiled softly at the boy she'd fallen in like with and wrapped her arms around him in a loose hug.

"You're all the gold I'll ever need." She whispered to him, lightly pulling one of his golden locks of hair and smiling at the darkening of his blush.

Squirrels

"What happened to me last night?" He groaned, holding his head in his hands as if he was in pain.

"You thought you developed magic powers and could talk to squirrels." Amy drawled, entirely unsympathetic to her boyfriends suffering as her shoulders shook with suppressed laughter.

"I'm kind of glad, I don't remember any of that." David glared halfheartedly at her for her admittedly terrible attempts to keep her amusement hidden from him.

"It's okay, I got it all on video." She smirked, holding up a video camera for him to see.

"...Why?" David whined.

"Amusement. And I can easily send it to Ben, Luca and Jacey to share the humor." She smirked over at him as he buried his head in his hands and whined.

"Why do you do this to me?"