A burst of tangy citrus tickled his nose as he entered the room.

"What's that smell?"

"What? What smell?" Defensively, she turned back to her Sports Daily, flipping the pages with a huff. The magazine was upside down. A little something itched the corner of his mouth.

"The smell of what you just ate…"

Heat swirled on her cheeks, painting them a faint but dainty red.

"I didn't eat anything! Since lunch." The last two words teetered out of her mouth, giggling at her very coloured face.

Lunch had been five minutes ago. She definitely ate something.

"Hmm, it smells a bit like fruit…"

Bouncing in the air were little balls of colourful sugar, a little figment of his imagination, which was growing wilder by the second.

"Oh yeah? How do you know it was me—"

His lips then pressed fully against hers, soft but sweet, like sugar melting into hot caramel. A million, kajillion, bajillion years later, he pulled away, the taste of it on his mouth.

"I knew it. And you ate a lot of them…"

The boyish grin from a few minutes before spread over his whole face. Freddie leaned into his beanbag and she turned back to the magazine.

"Don't tell Carly—" She hissed into his ear a moment later.

"Tell me what?" Greeted with silence, the brunette dropped the question. "Oh, do you guys want some snacks?"

It was the boy who answered.

"Yeah, oranges for Sam, please."