[ WP ] The two characters of the story can hear the narrator . The narrator ( being a hopeless romantic ) is trying to make them fall in love with each other . They are uncomfortable with the idea .

Once upon a time, there was a handsome lad named George and a pretty lass named Sherry. `` It's Cherry,'' Sherry said. 
 
 Sorry, ~~S~~Cherry. So, Cherry and George were studying together for their final exam. They were the only people at the downtown library. 
 
 George handed her a pen. `` Thanks,'' Cherry said. `` No problemo,'' George replied. He said it like a real dweeb. 
 
 `` That was mean,'' George said. 
 
 Sorry, sorry. 
 
 George and Cherry sat in silence, marking off the checkboxes on their study guide. George forgot his study guide at home, but he was n't too fussed, he liked being close to Cherry. 
 
 `` What?'' Cherry asked, frowning at him. 
 
 `` Err... It's not like that,'' George replied, nervously. The poor sod was about to be found out. 
 
 `` George,'' Cherry said, in a *motherly* tone. `` I did not!'' Cherry spat. George felt the pressure in his chest ease, as her focus was now on the narrator. His eyes went wide in shock when Cherry looked back at him. But he liked that look, it was the same look he'd seen in his dreams. 
 
 `` Do n't listen to him, Cherry, he's lying,'' George said,'' you believe me, right?'' 
 
 Cherry loved the way George looked when he was angry, she wanted to lean over and give him a great big kiss. `` Err, what?'' Goerge asked. 
 
 Cherry blushed red like a real cherry. `` George, it's not true.'' 
 
 `` Put your hands on your ears,'' George said. He stood up and ran next to Cherry. He covered her ears for her, what a chivalrous young man. `` I can still hear him,'' she whispered. 
 
 George's eyes went to her lips. Cherry had been waiting for this moment all along. George leaned in. But then hesitated. 
 
 And they burst out laughing. 
 
 Wait, what? 
 
 `` Dude, we're just friends,'' George said, crumpling back into his beanbag. 
 
 Cherry giggled as she sat back in her own. `` You really thought he was going to kiss me?'' 
 
 They burst out laughing again. Hey, I'm the narrator you listen to me. 
 
 `` Narrator, constipater,'' George said. Cherry laughed, tears formed at either eye. 
 
 Fine then, I'm going to narrate someone else's story. `` Aww,'' Cherry said. 
 
 `` Hey come on dude, we were just joking,'' George said. 
 
 `` He's really gone...''... 
 
... 
 
 `` I ca n't believe you thought I would kiss you,'' George said. 
 
 `` I guess...'' Cherry said. 
 
 `` Err. Did I say something wrong?'' Goerge asked. 
 
 `` No... It's just the way you said it. Like kissing me is bad or something?'' Cherry replied, covering her face with her book. 
 
 George flipped off his beanbag and pulled her book down. He gave her a peck on the lips. Which lingered for a few seconds. It felt soft, kind of warm, sweetish like he'd imagined. 
 
 And then he rolled back into his seat with a smug look on his face. Cherry blushed, and they sat, smiling in silence. 
 
 `` Hey, he's back!'' Cherry said. 
 
 I told you I was just helping ya out.
