A/N: This story was written for a challenge and is all dialogue. Just to make sure I don't overly confuse anyone, there are only two characters and hopefully their voices are distinct enough for you to tell them apart. If not, sorry in advance. Anyways, Happy Valentines Day.
"Hey, good looking."
"Oh no, it's you again."
"That's not very nice."
"It wasn't meant to be. Is there something I can help you with?"
"Well, yes actually there is."
"…And that would be what?"
"I need a date for the da-"
"But it'd only be-"
"-for one night."
"How many times do I have to say-"
"You know you want me."
"What? Ugh, I think I threw up a little in my mouth."
"haha Baby, please, go with me?"
"Don't call me baby and like hell."
"I think someone needs a big hug!"
"Touch me and I'll scream rape so loud everyone in this town will hear. And then they'll lock you away until long after you become a dirty old man."
"Oh, yeah? I think I might just do it anyway to save myself this kind of trouble next year."
"You're cruel, so cruel. Why do I put up with you? Heartless witch."
"Only if I'm your punching bag, vampire."
"Getting weak right there. Man-whore."
"God, you're beautiful when you're angry."
"Beautiful? What kind of insult is that?"
"haha None at all. But, you are anyway."
"Hitting on me again?"
"You know it."
"Don't you ever get tired of rejection?"
"Not if it's coming from you, sugar lips."
"Oh god, that was a really lame nickname."
"haha Yeah it was. Let's try that again."
"Please don't. My gag reflex needs a break."
"You wound me, baby, you really do."
"I wish I could take your voice box out for a day."
"Don't say that. My manly voice makes you weak at the knees."
"I wonder, how do you fit such a gigantic ego inside such a scrawny body?"
"Scrawny? See these guns? Pure muscle! I'll prove it."
"You can sure as hell try. Hey. Hey! No put me down. I'm afraid of heights. No, down damn you, down!"
"See, see? Pure muscle."
"Holy shit! Too high, too freaking high. Put me down, dammit!"
"There, there baby. I wouldn't drop you, you know that. Ow. Stop hitting me."
"What did I do?"
"You help me above your head, near stairs mind you, and you can't figure out why I'm pissed?"
"Aw, but you know I wouldn't let you fall, unless you were going to fall in love with me. I could give you a little push for that one. Whaddya say?"
"Drop dead. And, get your hands off me."
"But, it's nice like his. Let me hold you just a little longer. Your hair smells great, by the way."
"You just don't quit."
"That's why you love me."
"Or hate you."
"No way, if you hated me you wouldn't speak to me at all."
"I tried that, and you still followed me everywhere. Remember?"
"Yeah, 'cause you're hot."
"haha Such a guy. All right, let go. I've gotta get home."
"You know I do love you, right?"
"After five years of being friends, it's only possible?"
"Well, yeah. I mean, what were you expecting?"
"Something more than that."
"I'm not the swoon-over-your-smile, melt-into-you-arms kind of girl."
"I know that."
"It's nothing. Forget I said anything."
"Wait, you can't just walk away like that."
"Sure, I can. You do it all the time."
"Yeah, but that's because I'm a cold-hearted bitch. What's your excuse?"
"What's the point of staying here, waiting for you, when you won't even look me in the eye and tell me whether or not I'm wasting my time. I mean, you yell at me and curse me, but then you're always there with that little smile on your face. I just don't get you."
"Why should you have to? I'm still standing right here, just don't go yet."
"You sure you can handle looking at me a little longer without feeling sick to your stomach?"
"Oh, I'm sure I can control my gag reflex."
"Now that's what I like to hear."
"haha So, what have I been hearing about this dance? You, stud muffin that you are, might actually need a date?"
"Hmmm. I mean, it's possible."
"I think I have a decent dress stuffed somewhere in the back of my closet with a pair of strappy heels to match."
"Well, see, I dunno. I mean, if I went with you I would have to call my other girls and tell them no group date. Ow. Ow. I was kidding, I swear."
"haha And you love me for it."
"Maybe, maybe not. "You really need to stop talking so much."
"Oh, really? And, what would have happened if I hadn't started badgering you in the first place? You would have ignored me like you do everyone else right?"
"haha You're blunt, kid."
"I prefer to call it honesty."
"Whatever you say. So that's a yes for the dance?"
"Yeah, I think it might be."
"Pick you up at seven?"
"I'll be waiting."
"In your decent dress and strappy heels?"
"Haha I think I could manage that."
"Would you mind if I walked you home?"
"I thought you already were."
"Oh, right. Then do you mind if I hold your hand?"
"Only if we can walk slower."
"I think I can handle that."
"So do you really love me?"
"Yeah, I really do."
"For a long time?"
"Since I saw you standing in the hall outside of class in eighth grade, scowling at your schedule and your cheeks were all red 'cause you had gotten lost."
"You remember that?"
"I remember everything about you."
"Yeah, sweet. I have a confession, I love you too."
"Well, just a little."
"I can live with that. Say it again."
"I love you."
"I like the sound of that. Now, how about a kiss? One right about here?"
"I suppose just one wouldn't hurt."
"I knew you couldn't get your hands off me. Ow. Sorry. Bad time for jokes."