"Hot pink?"
"No!"
"Pale pink?"
"No!"
"Red?"
"No!"
"What color do you want, then?"
"None! Elizabeth, you won't trick me this time!"
William Turner and his girlfriend Elizabeth Swann were in a pointless argument once again. The poor nineteen year old male always fell into the pout Elizabeth sent him whenever she wanted something from him.
"Please, Will? I love you and I know you love me too!"
Blackmail was one way Elizabeth would fight to get her way. Gripping Will's hand tighter in her own, she brought him into a kiss in attempt to get him to say yes. Will pulled away immediately when he took notice of her actions. "No, Liz, you won't get me!" He backed away and found himself trapped into a corner.
Elizabeth was training to be a beautician and she loved to practice on her willing-to-please boyfriend. She allowed her pout to turn into a smirk as she neared him. "William Jonathon Turner, if you don't do this, I'll break up with you!" She stood straight, eyes staring into his, and hands at her hips. Will opened his mouth to argue but shut it tightly.
Letting out a defeated sigh, he moved back to the table set up and dropped both hands onto it. "Fine, just no over bright colors…" He mumbled as Elizabeth skipped back happily, promptly placing a kiss to Will's cheek then moved to her position before him. "Maybe after this I can give you a pedicure!" She giggled as shock over came William's face and he shook his head like a mad man.
"Elizabeth Swann! If you do that, I will leave you!!" He knew he never could do it, but he refused to fall into her giving him a pedicure. Bad enough he was already getting a manicure.
an: I had to. This moment was oh, so perfect. heh.