G for Games
"Hey Paul! I thought of another game we could play!" the bluenette teen exclaimed, rushing up to the purple haired teen and started holding his arm.
"Is it the silent game? That one's my favourite," he said, smirking at her pout.
"You're so mean. We've been walking along route 120 for ages! And we haven't done anything for fun," she whined, her cobalt-blue eyes starring into his onyx as they continued walking.
"So, there's a problem with that?" He smirked again when he saw her cheeks flush with anger.
"Yes there is ice-cube!" she shouted at him, not fazing him in the slightest.
"You know that those kinds of nicknames don't effect me," he said, his smirk no longer present.
"Okay Paulie!" Dawn smiled as Paul sighed when she used her 'favourite' nickname. "Hey Pauli-"
"If I agree to playing one of your games will you stop calling me 'Paulie'?"
Dawn giggled. "You were playing your game, so why couldn't I play mine?" she asked, still attached to his arm.
Paul smirked, she had figured him out. Unfortunately, he could no longer play the 'annoy Dawn until she shouts numerous times' game, so he went with his new favourite. He wrapped the arm she was holding around her waist and kiss the top of her head and her cheek.
She blushed under she rare shower of affection and leaned her head in his chest as they walked on.
Paul's favourite game: Make Dawn blush as much as possible. It probably helped that Dawn actually liked this game herself. In fact it was her favourite.