Generic and boring. I'm sorry. It'll get more exciting next drabbly!
Disclaimer: If ezyl owns PoT, Tango Pair wouldn't just be in YouTube videos and fanfics.
"Momo-kun!"
The boy didn't pay attention to her, and continued gobbling down the delicious spaghetti and meatballs his girlfriend had concocted out of fridge-residue in her flat. The two were spending a night at Sakuno's house, taking a break from college exams, hanging around and talking to each other…until Sakuno had made dinner. Now, all of Momoshiro's attention had gone towards that plate of lovely, addicting Napoleon spaghetti.
"Talk to me!" She cried, feeling a little left out, now, having given her share of spaghetti to Momo.
The girl looked down at her hands, when suddenly—
"How's this?" He murmured, and then grabbed her head and planted a large kiss on her lips, tomato sauce, messy meatballs, and all.
She thought it might've been the best kiss she's ever had.
A/N: I really, really am tired. And I'm REALLY sorry for not updating! D:
Thanks for reading, anyways. Reviews are always appreciated...