Just something I thought of while at school today. I'm not entirely sure why I thought of it, or when, but I thought it'd be cute…! So, I'm going to write!

Kissing Booth

"Why did I let the guys talk me into this?" Kimiko groaned, wiping her mouth dry. She was running the kissing booth at the moment, her shift would be over in a few minutes, but that didn't mean she wouldn't hate it any less. From creepy old men, to nerdy boys who've probably never kissed anyone in their life, to little ten year olds who thought they were cool, Kimiko had had to kiss everyone who bought a ticket during her shift. It was stomach-turning. A young boy with braces had just kissed her, he licked her face! Gross! His spit was everywhere; Kimiko had a no-tongue for anyone policy. Even the super cute guys that would occasionally come up. Raimundo, Omi, and Clay had each purchased a ticket earlier: the jerks. Jack had shown up and purchased about twenty. She had had to kiss him about twelve times already-now that was nasty.

Kimiko spit about three times before lifting her head back up to see who was next; she had stopped looking into the line when the same old guy kept coming up over and over. She just shuddered every time he was in her line of vision, so she decided to delay that shudder as long as possible. But when she saw who was next, her jaw dropped to the floor.

"Don't get any ideas… Jack and Wuya made me do this…" was the simple, calm, cold, calculating droll of Chase Young. CHASE!

Kimiko gaped a moment longer before asking, "And you let them?"

Chase sighed and said calmly, "If you'd like, we don't even have to do this…"

"Nah that's okay," Kimiko replied, waving her hand back and forth, "My shift's almost over and besides, I'd prefer you to that old guy behind you…" She had noticed the old man again.

Chase turned to look at the man with the graying, thinning hair.

"See how it looks like he's chewing gum?" Kimiko asked.

Chase affirmed with a single nod and a curt, "Mm."

"It's not gum."

Chase look repulsed. His nose crinkled and scrunched, his eyebrows furrowed, and his mouth folded into a scowl of disgust.

"And you're doing this because?" he asked, looking at Kimiko and sitting on the little chair two feet from the one she was sitting in.

Kimiko groaned, "The guys convinced me it would be fun…"

Chase scoffed at that. "Right…" he said softly.

So, the two 'enemies' leaned in toward each other. It was quite awkward at first, neither one sure which way to adjust their head so that they wouldn't be smashing their noses against each others'. When Chase turned his head to his right, Kimiko did her left. She giggled softly and readjusted her head.

Very cautiously, their lips met. And at first, it was just as awkward as the lean-in. But Chase tilted his head ever so slightly to his right and their mouths slipped a little. The tips of their tongues met, sliding against each other and suddenly Kimiko felt sparks and saw stars.

She wasn't sure how long it had been, all Kimiko knew now was the incredible feeling of Chase's masterful tongue stroking her own and the delicate taste of the inside of his mouth as the two of them sucked face.

But it felt like seconds later when someone tapped her on the shoulder and whispered, "I'm your relief…"

Kimiko and Chase pulled away quite forcefully, roughly even; one probably could've heard a noise of suction as their entwined tongues were forced to separate.

Both parties were panting heavily and staring at the other in shock. Kimiko got up first; Chase quickly following.

She slowly started walking away from him, Chase walked in his own direction, but neither one of them would ever forget what had occurred between them… at the kissing booth…

So cute, right? Incredibly short, but cute. It's a One-Shot? I guess? I dunno… If you guys want more, lemme know…