The Cory and Topanga of Our Generation

"Please?"
"No." I laugh as he asks me the same question he's asked a thousand times.
"Pleeease?"
"No! You're not winning this one."
"But... I always win..."
"Exactly. It's not good to win all the time. It goes straight to your head." I poke the side of his head and place a kiss on his cheek. I look at the time on my phone, "I have to go..."
"Who says?"
"My mom. I was supposed to be home twenty minutes ago."
"Oh." I stand up and he takes my hand as he walks me to the door, "I love you, Cassidy Hope Miller." He says with a smile.
"And I love you, Crosby Marcus Saylor."
He smiled and placed a hand on either side of my head and kissed me, slow and quick, and I could still feel the thousands of fireworks exploding inside me.