Types of Kisses 3
Hello! This is part 3! Thanks much to both Anica and Skitty who both reviewed and gave me a warm bubbly feeling in my tummy! You both rock! As an added treat, my dear friend Narrator shall be narrating this spectacular chapter! Enjoy her witty (mostly insulting) comments! They shall be in Italics!
Paul and Dawn
Paul slammed Dawn up against the brick wall, his face inches from hers. Both were panting heavily and Dawn was red in the face. "Tag. You're it." Paul mumbled; then took off running.
"Come back here!" Dawn screamed and dashed off after him. Poor darling Paul had been mercilessly shanghaied into playing tag with the bubbly Dawn; it took some immense cunning, ingenuity, and bravery let me tell you.
"Can't catch me Troublesome," He taunted teasingly, instigating an enraged howl of fury from Dawn.
"I thought we got over this whole 'Troublesome' thing you jerk!"
"Never." By now Paul was far, far, faaar away from (Narrator: the ever so slightly plump) Dawn who was NOT a very fast runner by any means. (N: The only reason it took him so long to catch her in the first place was he gave her a minute head start. How sweet. Crush her, Paulie!) "I could walk and keep away from you, Troublesome Girl."
"OH YEAH!?" She shrilled, waving her arms around in a fury (N: Temper tantrum…) "IS THAT A CHALLENGE!?"
"Hn. A challenge isn't worth it. Purely fact is what I'd call it." (N: How true.)
"We'll see about that." Dawn hissed, before breaking into a full sprint and actually covering ground semi quickly. (N: If by 'quickly' you mean at the pace of a snail covered in molasses on a trek across flypaper… Me: Shut up Narrator, I wasn't asking you! N: Hn.)
"Whatever. This game's over. I'm going to go train." And with that insulting comment- are you and Narrator related? - Paul walked off. True to his word, Dawn still couldn't catch him and by the time she arrived at his campsite, it was a while later. "Gosh, you're still after me?" Paul grumbled as she took a swipe at him, which he avoided by stepping back.
"I *gasp* will *gasp* catch *gasp* you!" Dawn wheezed, taking another half-hearted swipe at him.
"Sure. Wake me when you're done." Paul turned to go. Dawn needed to do something, and fast. Hm. What are some of her talents…? (N: Stupidity, drama, dumbness, idiocy, bad fashion sense, oh that hat, horrible coordinating skills… Need I go on?) Drama! Perfect! Dawn collapsed to her knees and put and hand over her heart, gasping raggedly like she was about to die. In a second, Paul was by her side.
"Oh my gosh, Dawn! Are you alright?" Dawn inwardly smirked at the tender side Paul never showed anyone.
"I…can't…breathe…" she gasped, then rolled her eyes up and fell backwards in a mock faint. (N: Hn. Pity. What say we dump her in a lake?)
"DAWN!? DAWN!" Paul leaned over her with worry plastered all over his face, his lilac hair falling in his eyes. (N: *drool*)
All of a sudden, Dawn opened her eyes, sat up quickly, and pecked him on the lips. "Gotcha," She said cheekily.
Paul just sat there. (N: OH NO SHE DIDN'T! PAUL IS MY MAN!) Dawn patted him on the head and got up. She put her arms over her head and stretched, yawning.
"I win." She grinned.
Paul grabbed her wrist and pulled her back down. "Tag," he whispered; then dove for her lips.
The kiss was: Spontaneous and dramatic
Note to self. Never let Narrator narrate again. She's a jerk… How did ya like it? Was it nice? Tell me!
