Young Writers Society

"You're so beautiful."

"Really?"

"Yeah...well, I think so anyways..."

"Are you blushing?"

"No way! Do I appear to be?"

"Either that or you're sunburned quite badly."

"What the bloody hell?"

"Huh?"

"Who says that?"

"Uh, I believe I just did."

"Well then, I have nothing further to say to you."

"Wait!"

"What?"

"I think...I think..."

"Yes?"

"Um..."

"Yes? I'm a little impatient right now."

"Sorry."

"Continue."

"There's no easy way to say this..."

'What ever do you mean?"

"I love you."

"Guess what I'm thinking?"

'What are you thinking, dearest?"

"I love you too."

"Well, your love could not possibly compare to mine!"

"How so?"

"My love for you could even make Helen of Troy blush."

'Aw. How sweet."

"Now, it's your turn."

"Huh?"

"You have to show me that you love me more!"

"All right..."

"Come on, let's have it."

"I - I love you so much that all the flames in Hell could not amount to the fiery passion I feel in my heart every time I see you."

"Okay, okay. Bring it on. Let's see...I love you so much that I can feel the earth quake beneath my feet at the very mention of your name."

"That's all you got for me?"

"Hey, you do better!"

"Fine. I love you so much that my heart pounds hard in my chest. So hard, in fact, that it feel like it's trying to smash through my sternum."

"How about a truce?"

"Truce?"

"Let's agree that the unconditional love we have for each other is mutual."

"I'll agree to that."

They kiss.

"Hey."

"What?"

"Imagine how stupid this would sound if we actually meant any of it."

"I know, right?"