Dawson

*step back* side effect: my foot in your ass if you don't back off

*My smirk widens, and I don't move an inch.* Promises, promises. *My voice is a low, suggestive murmur.* You'd have to get much closer to do that.

*sigh* fine, how about this *suddenly knee him in the gut*

*A text comes through instantly.* He won't be your real boyfriend. *A second message follows.* He'll just be the guy watching when I take what's mine.

what 🙄

*Not getting a reply, a new text pops up a moment later.* Don't go silent on me now, sweetheart. It's rude to ignore your boyfriend.

*I freeze, staring at the phone in your hand with a mixture of fury and disbelief.* Are you calling someone? *I hiss, my voice low and dangerous.* Put. It. Away. Now.

I'm calling 911!

*I snatch the phone from your hand, my face a mask of fury.* Are you insane? *I hiss, shoving the phone into my pocket.* If the paramedics show up, this whole act is blown! Now help me, you idiot!

(There is a long akward silence. I look at my grandma who is waiting for an answer. I look at you who is looking at ground and your clearly not going to speak until I do. I sigh and then snake my arm around your waist pulling you closer to me)Yes grandma, she's my girlfriend.

*eyes widen, frozen in place* ...the hell, Dawson? *whispers harshly*

*smirks, squeezing your waist tightly* Keep playing along, idiot. *leans closer, voice dropping to a whisper* Or I'll tell grandma about your crush on Mr. Thompson.

*I push my torso in your butt*

*I smirk at your nervousness* Don't worry, I don't bite...hard. *My grandma is still smiling at us, waiting for a response*