P for Persistence
Not many things could make Dawn lose her cool. It was a list of three things: One, people didn't remember her name. Two, people didn't tell her a secret or one was being kept from her. Three, someone didn't answer her. She get rather persistent if any of these things happened to her and wouldn't give up until she got an answer. And that was the problem she was having now. She had asked Paul who he loved apart from Reggie, and she didn't get an answer.
"Paul, answer me!" she yelled at him while they were walking down route 102. She was getting rather fed up with his attitude.
"I don't want to yet," he replied, smirking when he saw her angry expression.
"Come on Paul, just do it! You know I don't like it when people don't answer me!" she tried again.
Paul's smirk widened. "Why do you think I like doing it so much then."
Dawn huffed but chose not to retaliate, because that's what Paul wanted. After a few minutes she tried again. "Paul tell me the answer."
Paul was quiet for a moment, and she got hopeful.
"Still not ready yet."
Dawn face-faulted and pouted, waited a few minutes and tried again. "Answer."
"You sure are persistent aren't you?" Paul teased.
"Answer."
"I said no."
"Answer!"
"No."
Having lost all self control Dawn pounced on him, sending him to the ground with her on top. "ANSWER ME!" she shouted in his face.
Paul pushed Dawn off him and started to get up rubbing his ears to get some feeling back into them. "Was that really necessary?" he asked.
"Yes, you wouldn't answer... Answer," Dawn said, her tone dead-serious and very dangerous.
"You."
There was silence, her persistence was rewarded. She was happy, annoyed and embarrassed.
"What was the question again?" she asked sheepishly.
Paul smirked in triumph and continued walking ahead.
"Hey wait up!"