[one-shot winner]

I sighed and looked around anxiously. He was supposed to be here. Where was he?

I didn't see any shaggy blonde hair, the type I had always imagined him having. Instead, there were only slides and children that were half my size. And they were running around. Everywhere.

I kicked the ground in frustration. Who in their right mind would choose a playground as a meeting place. Whatever happened to the classic coffee shop?

I remembered when he had suggested that we meet-- I had been completely ecstatic. My head had spun and my fingers shook and this pure happiness had taken root inside of me, blinding all common sense.

I shook my head, I had been too eager to meet him at the time, and I had barely even thought of the logistics of everything.

That had clearly been a mistake.

But, all of these thoughts vanished once I caught sight of him. At least I thought it was him- with sandy blond hair and a Taylor Swift tune on his lips, I couldn't imagine anyone else more Douchebag-y.

My heart raced as I took the final steps towards him and poked his shoulder, my cheeks hot as I asked, "Douchebag?"

"Excuse me? Did you just call me a douchebag?" The boy asked, whipping his head around and I was met with two of the most magnificent eyes that I had ever seen. Except, it clearly wasn't Douchebag.

"Oh. My. God." I started, my cheeks turning scarlet, "I am so sorry. I didn't mean that you are a douchebag at all. You can't be a douchebag. I mean, shit, you might be a douchebag, I don't even know you. But, you don't look like a douchebag. Crap, I'm rambling. I'm supposed to be meeting someone here. His name is Douchebag. I mean, that's not his actually his name, it's just what I call him. He's not an actual douchebag, in fact, he's quite sweet. Oh my God, don't tell him I told you that! Oh, how would you even know him? God, I must look like a crazy person. Shit. I'm rambling. Again. I'm going to shut up now. That is a good idea."

To my surprise, the boy with the beautiful eyes started laughing, his shoulders shaking in joy. He was keeled over, the smiles pouring out of his mouth, and I could not think to do anything but just stand there, completely confused and utterly uncomfortable as I stared at this hysterical, and gorgeous, boy.

Finally, after what seemed like eternity, he stood up and grinned, "Hey Classy," he said with a laugh, his eyes crinkling in humor.

"Oh my God! I knew it was you!" I said between slaps, my voice only partially angry; I was so happy to finally meet him.

"Your reaction was priceless. You so like me." He grinned, looking annoyingly adorable.

"I-I do not like you. You're a douchebag. And I'm classy, in case you haven't noticed." I said, trying to be sassy, but my pink cheeks gave me away, and I cringed away from his knowing glance.

"You liiiiike me. You have a crush on me. You think I'm sweet." He teased, his voice singsongy- wonderful and embarrassing at the same time. I tried not to swoon as I grimaced.

"I. Do. Not. Like. You." I lied, swatting him with my hand with every new word.

"Aren't you a feisty little love muffin?" He asked, dodging my flying hands as they tried to make an impact with his (rock hard) stomach.

"I am not a sexual breakfast pastry!" I seethed, and started chasing him, wanting to kill him and kiss him at the same time.

"True, shouldn't you be a classy croissant?" He yelled over his shoulder as he ran away from me, his laughter getting caught in the breeze of the playground.

"You are such a dork," I called back and caught up to him, my legs pumping and my heart racing as I stared at his back, set on the prize. And the prize was revenge for all of his comments.

"But, you loooove me," He called back and I tackled him to the ground. Our heads tumbled into the soft grass and our bodies became intertwined.

I stared up at him as we lay there, our legs tangled up in the grass and each other. His arms were around me, his breath tickled my ear, and his lips were against my hair. It all felt like heaven, and I never wanted it to end.

"I don't hate you," I whispered hesitantly, and begrudgingly, not wanting to ruin the moment.

"That's good," he said, a gentle smile spreading across his face as he grinned, "because I think I might actually like you."

With that, he kissed me, his lips brushing mine softly, like he was savouring it, and I grinned against him. It was wonderful. It was perfect.

It was our happy ending.

[A big congratulations to bubbling_ for winning this competition and a massive than you to all those who participated. Also, the last chapter will be out soon, everyone be mentally for the ending!]