Dawson

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

*I push my torso in your butt*

(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.