E for Excited
"I'm so excited!"
"I know, you've said that three times already."
Two teens leaned against the railing of the balcony connected to the room they were sharing at the Pokémon Centre. It was a beautiful evening horizon.
"But come on! How could you not be excited if you were in my position!" the bluenette of the two asked the colder purple haired male.
"I wouldn't be excited because I would know the outcome," he said gruffly.
"Oh don't give me that attitude Paul, you know there's no way of knowing for sure that you would win."
"Troublesome," Paul muttered under his breath, smirking at her reaction.
"My name is Dawn!" she shouted at him. "I know for a fact that you would be excited." She nodded to herself in insurance. "There's no way you couldn't be."
"Really? Would I be excited to participate in some boring pathetic contest thing?" Paul asked the bluenette smirking as he did so.
"If you were me you would," she answered back, proud to have a rather good comeback for once.
"If I were you, I would do a lot of things."
"Such as?"
"Dress up, spend an hour each morning fixing my hair, even though it's fine." Dawn blushed as he said that trait. "Practise stupid appeal rounds for contests, dress up my Pokémon, follow in the foot steps of my mother, follow me around, and I think I'll add one more... Kiss me." His smirk widened as he watched Dawn's face flush a deep scarlet.
"You like it as well though." Now it was Paul's turn to join in with the blush fest.
Silence.
"Maybe there is something I can get excited for," Paul said quietly.
"And what would that be?" Dawn asked, curiosity evident in her voice.
"You." Dawn smiled at Paul's answer and closed the gap between their lips.