"Hey Paul, what drink should I make? I feel like iced tea, but I kinda feel like lemonade and I can't decide!" A voice called out to the male, filling a gallon sized jug of water.

Paul rolled his eyes as he continued carelessly scrolling on his iPhone, looking at any new information posted on the Internet. "I don't care." He replied, not moving an inch from where he was laying on the sun-bathing chair under the umbrella, keeping himself shades from the sun and its hot, radiant, blinding rays. Seriously, it was really annoying when he could barely see his screen in the sun. The shade was his friend on these kind of days.

Dawn huffed for a moment, what's the point of asking HIM? She knew her boyfriend wouldn't give a crap about what dink she wanted to make, he just liked having a glass, period.

"Well, maybe you should, plumhead."

"Just make lemonade then, geez woman."

Dawn put down the stirring spoon and looked at the gallon of water through the clear jug in front of her, eagerly wanting to decide quickly, but couldn't come to a conclusion. She tapped her fingers lightly on the counter, the pace slowly getting faster until she aggressively got sick of thinking about it.

"I don't know!" Paul heard his girlfriend whine from inside, finally getting sick of her complaining about not deciding. He set his phone down on the table next to him, then getting up and walking inside, seeing the blunette having a pouty look on her face while resting her head between the palms of her hands that were supported by her elbows on the counter.

Paul looked between the two different flavored packets, randomly picked up one, opened it and dumped it into the water. "There, it shouldn't be that hard."

Dawn watched the yellow powder sink into the jug, then smiled giddily as she immediately propped up to start stirring the now-lemonade-flavored drink. He heard her start to him, but then instantly regretted his choice of drink flavoring when she started singing out loud. Pauls face turned a pale color and groaned, gripping his purple locks as she started laughing.

"..And he said to the man, running the stand HEYYYY!!! Bum bum bum, GOT ANY GRAPES?~"

"Please, for the love of Arceus, do NOT sing the duck song!"

"Too late!" Dawn giggled, then continued to sing at her loudest, dancing around the kitchen while stirring the lemonade that she propped in one of her arms.

Paul ran his hands through his hair, feeling stupid in himself for once, "Fuck, I KNEW I should've chose the other one."

Dawn smiled mischievously as she decided to make a sly comment "Thanks for helping me decide, babe." The plumhead clenched his jaw and gave her a look, but proceeded to grab two glasses and put a couple cubes of ice in them.

"Yeah, whatever, since you're too Troublesome to decide."

"Hey!"