A/N: Happy Valentines Day! I love every single one of you, no matter how lame it sounds. You guys are my people!

This one-shots specially dedicated to V-Day. It's not much, but I got it in my head and couldn't get it out.

Reviews are appreciated! Come on, it's Valentines Day. Show some love!

Corey liked Valentines Day. He got chocolate from his relatives and everybody was really happy and excited. Only, he didn't understand why everyone kissed. He knew people who loved each other kissed. He knew there were different kinds of love: the family kind, the romantic kind, and the friend kind.

Corey saw on the TV that the boy kissed his best friend on Valentines Day because he loved her. Did people kiss their friends on this special day only? Was there a rule somewhere that said so? Did the unspoken rule include him? These were just some of the questions rushing through the seven-year-old's head.

Upon his discovery of this apparently secret rule, he began to think. Corey knew he had a friend that was a girl. He knew he cared for her. Did this mean he would have to kiss her? It wasn't that he didn't want to, it was that he was not sure whether she would hate him afterward. Corey wondered what she would think of this rule.

"Mommy, I going to Laney's house!" Corey yelled, headed out the door already. His mother wouldn't mind. It was just next door.

Corey ran to her window, knocking impatiently. It was a recent thing he had picked up. The window was closer than the door and Laney didn't seem to mind. He was much too lazy to walk around the house to get to the door.

"Hey," Laney greeted him. He smiled and climbed inside.

"Hi, did you know about the secret Valentines Day rule?" Corey got right to the point. She shook her head slowly.

"No. What is it?"

"You have to kiss your friend. On the lips," Corey said, watching her eyes go wide. Laney glanced at him before blushing.

"That's…gross." Corey's face fell as she frowned. Neither of them wanted the other to be grossed out and possible not want to be friends, but at the same time they were curious about this strange ritual.

"But it's a rule. You have to, right?" Corey pondered, getting more confused by the second.

"I don't know. I've never heard of it," Laney admitted. He shrugged.

"Maybe it's only for bigger kids, like Nick or Trina."

"Maybe," she mumbled, still thinking. Being a big kid suddenly seemed gross but oddly intriguing. What would it be like to kiss Corey, she wondered silently.

"I don't know," Corey fumed, taking a seat in her beanbag chair. "I kinda want to be a big kid, but not if it involves kissing a lot."

Laney sat down next to him. "How do you know kissing is bad? It could be the bestest thing in the entire universe."

"'Cause girls are yucky. They have weird girl germs," Corey said, smiling at his own answer. Kin and Kon had told him that.

"I'm a girl and you don't think I'm yucky," Laney replied. She was slightly annoyed that he seemed to forget.

"Well, not you, Laney. You…you're a special not-so-germy girl," Corey answered, stumbling slightly through his words. Laney rolled her eyes.

"Gee, thanks. Boys are way grosser than girls anyway."

"Hey, I'm boy!"

"Exactly." Corey half-heartedly glared at her while she grinned innocently.

He huffed, shoving her lightly. "Boys aren't nearly as gross as girls."

"You're wrong, boys are worse," Laney insisted. Corey felt he needed to defend his gender. The boys were gross in some ways but girls were much grosser.

"Well, girls have cooties," Corey said. He looked over at her before moving farther away. Laney stared at him, dumbfounded.

"You've got to be kidding me. You're saying I have cooties and that by sitting next to me you'll get them?" she asked. He looked away nervously.

"I did not say that. I thought it, but I didn't say it."

"Girls do not have cooties. Even if I did, I bet you couldn't get them unless you kissed me," Laney said. Corey gave her a look.

"Are you serious? I could get them by looking at you funny! Why am I even in here? It's infested with cooties!" Corey gestured wildly to the area around him. Laney glanced around her room, and huffed.

"I'll prove I don't have cooties," she announced.

"How?" he asked, clearly skeptical. Laney thought about a way to prove him wrong. Her previous statement slapped her upside the head and she blushed. It was a way, though.

Before Laney could think through her next action anymore, she launched herself forward and planted a kiss right on Corey's lips. He let out a muffled yelp, his eyes going wide. The kiss ended as suddenly as it came, Laney being too scared of how he would react.

"Feel any different?" The red head prompted. She was oddly calm, having just kissed her best friend.

"Um…it kind of tickled," Corey answered stunned.

"See? There's so such thing as cooties." Laney stood up, walking towards her bathroom. He scrambled to stand up.

"Wait! Where are you going?"

Laney looked back at him, grinning mischievously. "To wash my lips of course. Boys are gross."

Corey fumed, mumbling quietly, "Whatever. Kissing is stupid."