N is for No-Ikarishipping
"Hey Paul, do you want to come with us to the park?" Dawn asked.
"No," he mumbled.
"Hey Paul," she called, "do you want some cake?"
"No."
"Hey Paul, don't you think the sunset is pretty?"
"No."
"Hey Paul, do you want to travel with us for a while?"
"No." It seemed to Dawn that no was all he ever said.
"Hey Paul, are you gonna answer with anything except no?"
"No." Now she had an idea how to get him to say exactly what she wanted to hear.
"Hey Paul."
"What now?"
"Do you not like me?"
"Uh…No."
"Hey Paul, do you not love me?"
"…" He didn't say anything.
"C'mon, you said you wouldn't say anything but no," she teased. He muttered something under his breath.
"What was that?" she asked sweetly, "I didn't hear you."
"Um…No…"
"Are you lying?" she grinned. He looked so embarrassed.
"No."
"Then would you mind if I kissed you?"
"…No." This was great, he was actually blushing. She pulled his head down and stood on tip toes. She pushed her lips over his quickly.
"Do you want another?"
"…"
"I said did you want another?"
"Yes…" he growled.
"You finally said something else!" she exclaimed triumphantly.
"Shut up and just kiss me," he growled.
"Only if you stop saying no."
"No."
"Oh well, no kiss for you."
"No wait!" he called. He grabbed her wrist and yanked her forwards.
"I meant yes," he corrected himself, "Can you kiss me now?" She smirked. He had finally cracked.
"No," she teased.
"What, bit you said-"
"This time you have to kiss me," she cut him off, "because I-" She was cut off as he roughly pushed his mouth over hers.
"How about you not go on a date with me?" she asked. He smiled slightly.
"No."