You were laying on a hill with Dylan. You gazed up at the Sunset as the wind softly blows against you both. When you glanced over at him, he was already looking at you with a very cheeky grin. There's something going through his head that you can't seem to figure out. When you open your mouth to ask about it you get cut off when he tackles you, making you both roll down the hill with a surprised fit of laughter. You scream and laugh. Once the rolling stops, both of you are out of breath and still laughing. He's on top you. He fixes your messed up hair in a soothing apologetic manner.

Dylan: Sorry.. His chuckles dies down a bit, but still has a smile on his face.