"Would you stop!" Hilary yanked her head away from her boyfriend. For almost an hour he kept on talking and playing with her hair. No matter how many times she told him to stop.

"I don't want to." He replied flatly, twirling a lock of her hair around his finger. Hilary rolled her eyes and yanked her head away.

"You're fifteen years old!" She moved away from him. "Act like your age!"

Tyson pouted and moved closer to her. He then ran a hand through her hair. "Arrrrg!" She screamed in aggravation. The people in the café turned and looked at her, with questionable looks. Hilary blushed and giggled nervously. "Sorry!" She squeaked.

Tyson chuckled at her as everybody turned back around. He then continued to run a hand through her hair. Hilary sighed, "There's just no beating you, is there?"

"Why don't you leave your hair out more often? I have hated it ever since you tied them." Tyson played with her bangs. Hilary glared at him.

"Gee," she drawled sarcastically. "I don't know." She yanked her head away from him again. Tyson just played with the hair on the back of her head.

"You look so pretty with it down, though." He nuzzled the back of her neck causing her to blush.

"Tyson, you're my boyfriend." She leaned back into him, while he wrapped his arms around her and kissed the top of her head. "Of course, you would think I am pretty." Tyson smirked at her.

"No." He shook his head. "If you were ugly, I would still date you. I would have to wear a blind fold when I kiss you, but I will manage. And I would tell you that you are ugly but still mine." Hilary giggled at him. She then turned around in his arms and snuggled into his neck.

"Well, it is a good thing you think I am pretty cause I would've killed you." Tyson chuckled and pulled her closer.

"I don't think you are pretty. I know you are." He kissed her neck a few times before her lips. Hilary smiled against his lips. She pulled away from him and kissed his nose.

"You're a sweet talker." She smiled at him, Tyson smirked and pulled her onto his lap.

"Yet you still choose to date me." He began to kiss her neck again. Hilary smiled.

"That is because I love you." Tyson moved up kissing from her neck to her lips.

"I love you too," he said when she pulled away. He smiled at her, and began to play with her hair again.

Hilary glared at him. "You're a pain in my-"

Tyson kissed her and pulled away. "Neck." He finished for her.

Hilary shook her head and wrapped her arms around his neck. He moved his around her waist and turned her so she was straddling on his lap. "You really do look pretty with your hair down." Hilary sighed and placed her forehead on his.

"I give up." Tyson began to play with her hair again. Hilary moved closer to him and rested her head on his chest.

"Took you long enough." He chuckled. "You're fifteen years old but still act like a stubborn ten-year-old." Hilary giggled and snuggled into his neck and chest.

"Yeah," She said as he kissed her head. "But you're fifteen years old and yet you act like an over-confident ten-year-old." Tyson raised an eyebrow.

"How so?" Hilary lifted her head and smiled at him.

"You think I actually listen to you, you forced me to date you even though I agreed-" Tyson cut her off.

"I didn't force you to date," Hilary giggled at what he said.

"Tyson, before I even said yes to the date, you agreed for me and dragged me to the movies."

Tyson blushed. "I was nervous!" Tyson attempted to defend himself. "And what do you mean you don't listen to me?!"

Hilary looked at him and sweat dropped. "Um-I do listen to you."

She chuckled nervously at Tyson's glare. "Sometimes. Oh look, our check is ready." She said pointing to the waitress, bringing in their bill. She giggled to herself before pushing herself off the chair and dashing off towards the door, leaving Tyson to pay the bill by himself.

"Hilary!" Tyson yelled and ran after her. "What I have to say is important, and I was just telling you how I love you and how you're so pretty! And you just tell me that you don't listen to me!" Hilary wasn't going to hit him, she didn't want to hurt him anymore. But that didn't mean she was gonna stop running.

"Sometimes!" She yelled back hoping it would help. Tyson glared at her form and tackled her to the ground.

"You don't listen to me, I thought girls were the ones to think that in the relationship." Hilary glared at him.

"Hey, that is sexist!" Tyson smiled wickedly at her. "What are you gonna do?" Hilary asked innocently. Tyson smiled even wider.

"This." He leaned down and kissed her passionately. Hilary gasped from shock. She then let her eyes flutter shut. She sighed happily. Hilary placed her palms on his cheeks and covered his ears with her fingers. She pulled him closer. Tyson put his hands behind her head so the ground wouldn't hurt so much. He tilted his head to the side and kissed her deeply. Hilary was surprised that he kissed her like this. But she wasn't complaining. She pulled back from lack of air.

"Whoa…" was all she was capable of saying. Tyson smiled at her speechlessness. He nuzzled her nose and began to play with her hair again. Hilary rolled her eyes at this.

"Oh I give up!" She moved her head so he can play with her hair more.

"Glad to see you finally decided to listen to me." Tyson chuckled.