"No," I said firmly and shook my head, light caramel-y brown coloured hair falling into my face.

He pouted. "Why not?"

I chuckled at his pathetic expression. "Because I don't like slides," I stated, staring at his horrified expression.

"You-" he started in disbelief, "don't like slides?!"

"No, Justin. I don't."

He shook his head slowly, his shaggy black hair making a rather dramatic hair flippy motion, blue-green eyes staring at me as if he didn't believe that I didn't actually like going on slides. As if he hadn't actually met anyone who disliked slides before. Maybe he hadn't.

I found this all rather amusing.

There was a moment of silence before his eyes lit up, as if he had just got an idea.

My eyes widened. Oh fuck. Justin had an idea. I knew right there and then, I was screwed.

My life, over. Finished. Demolished. Gone. Just like that, my life flashed before my eyes- actually, to be totally honest, that didn't seriously happen. But I was still screwed. Justin and ideas just didn't go together.

Not at all.

"What?" I asked slowly, carefully.

He smiled angelically. I blinked, I was definitely screwed.

"Paul," he purred, sauntering over to where I was standing a few feet from the slide.

He touched my arm, looked up and smirked.

I dropped my drink. Mouth agape, I stared at him through chocolate brown eyes as if he had suddenly grown two heads.

I stood rigged as he slipped his arms around my neck, smirking at me.

A moment passed before I realised something and smirked back.

It was now his turn to stare at me.

I snaked my arms around his waist, pulling him closer to me and roughly kissed his lips.

I let go, grinned and stood back as if nothing had happened. He stood there panting. Oh yeah. I was that good.

He turned in the opposite direction of the slides and started to walk. Halfway there he turned, looked at me and grinned, "How bout' the swings?" He knew perfectly well I didn't like swings, either.