Vicky and her sister are invited to go to the park to hang out with Vicky's friend. He's just her sister's age. They've met twice before.

Vicky wanders off to get a cigarette and her sister and friend are left alone. Not knowing what else to say, she comes out with the line of, "And I'm the Sister," not knowing it was going to lead to this.

"And I'm the Sister," I said grinning at him. "I bet you don't even remember my name."

"Yeah I do," he said, smiling back at me.

"Doubt it," I replied in my sarcastic way. I popped open the latch on my bag and began rummaging through one of the pockets. "But if you can guess it right, I'll give you a kiss or something."

His face went from a playful smile to wide eyes as he took in my words and his cheeks flared with heat. He'd been Vicky's friend and crush first, but he turned her down, there was no reason I shouldn't have a fair shot, right? But I guess he'd never thought of us like that either. My fingers closed around what I had been digging for and I looked up at him with a temptress's smile, my eyebrows raised.

I had never been the prettiest of girl's, especially not compared to Vicky, with her size 2 body and B cup boobs(I know, I'm still amazed, too). But he wasn't the hottest guy in the world anyway. At least not through the eyes of the collective masses. With his fun-filled green eyes and dirty blond hair – about the color of dried wheat – his pale complexion and lean body were bonuses. His flaw would have been the actual damage of his face, which I had too. I figured we were good match.

"A-a-a kiss?" he sputtered out.

"Yeah," I said like it was the most obvious thing in the world, and pulled out a chocolate kiss from my bag. I saw relief flood across his face as he breathed out a sigh and a pang of hurt hit me. I guess he really didn't like me…but I wasn't gonna let that stop me from making fun of his misunderstanding.

I let out one short, "ha," and rolled my eyes, holding my hand near my face so he couldn't take the kiss. "You thought I was really gonna kiss you?"

"Well, I'd assumed." He regained his playful composer and I had to fight the urge to break into a genuine smile instead of my easily plastered, sarcastic one.

"Well, Mr. Assumption, you have three tries to get it right. If you guess my name right, I'll give you the kiss." I waved the chocolate in front of his face to make my point. "…Or something," I added mischievously and he laughed.

"Okay, okay. I get three guesses," he leaned against the table, propping one are on its surface and held up his other, his hand showing three fingers.

I nodded.

"And if I guess right I get," He used his index finger to point at the chocolate kiss I held in my hand, "that?"

I nodded again, sliding my hands under the metal picnic table covered in green plastic. It had a square surface and four benches around each side, all of it but the legs made out of mesh-looking, green plastic covered, metal.

"Alright then, let's begin." He stared into my eyes for a moment and I bit my lip in what I hoped was an innocent gesture as the chilly February wind whipped my short, blackish-brown hair around my face. I could feel my nose freezing by the second.

"Kelly," he said suddenly, pulling my out of my thoughts.

"Nope," I said smirking at him.

He kept his blank expression as he looked deeper into my eyes and I trembled, through I knew it wasn't from the cold.

"What are–"

"Stephanie!" he exclaimed cutting my off. He slammed his hands onto the table, making it shake and pushing himself into a sort of standing position between the bench and the table.

I looked at his standing form directly across from me, my eyes wide from shock at his out burst.

"No." I said shortly and lamely. I felt another pang of hurt as I realized that he'd really forgotten my name.

His eyes stayed locked on mine and he slowly leaned in. When he was just an inch or so away I leaned back on the bench as far as I could without falling off. He breathed out slowly and steadily, his breath making a small cloud of mint smelling air in front of my face. I closed my eyes as to not stare at his lips, even though he thought it was probably just one of those nervous reactions people get, like when someone fakes throwing something at you and you know it's not coming, but you blink anyway.

He was silent and when I opened my eyes again I saw he was smiling at me. I pulled my brows together in confusion as he breathed out, "Josephine."

I almost burst into joyous laughter at the sound of my name. He'd been getting it wrong on purpose! I smiled at him and shook my head, as if to say, "You dork," and pulled my hand out from under the table, holding the kiss out to him.

"Here, you earned it."

Before I could even see, much less process what was happening, he'd gripped my wrist and slammed it onto the table, my palm facing up the candy toppling out of it and to the ground with the force of the push. He was now partly kneeling on the table (which I conveniently didn't notice until now), and his lips were at my ear, "That's not the kiss I wanted."

My heart stopped.

Then started up again in hyper-drive as I slowly turned my head to make his green eyes meet my own.

"What do you mean?" I asked, trying to hide my instant blush with another tempting and playful smile.

"You know very well what I mean." He leaned in and his lips roughly met mine.

I was sure that the frozen chocolate on the frozen ground had melted by now, but mostly I was sure that my nose definitely wasn't cold anymore.