Youth
Kate pulled a face, looking up over her book, then quickly burying herself back in it, shaking her head. "The youth today is disgusting. Just making out whenever they can, putting their slimy hands all over one another. In public! I mean, I know it happens behind closed doors, and I don't care that other people are doing it, but I hate that they're doing it in front of me. I mean, don't they care that everyone's watching. Don't they care that other people could be…evaluating their kissing performance? How embarrassing. You think you're a ten but you're really a two."
Keith, saved his video game, turned it off, and scouted for the couple she was referring to. He found it, and a moment later said in a loud, clear voice. "An eight for the guy, two points taken off for being a little overeager. It's obvious you won't be going too far in a park, sir, especially with children around, so you might as well tone down the heat a bit. Take it nice and slow and romantic. You're only getting yourself excited for a major disappointment. Improve on that, and I'm sure my girlfriend will stop grumbling about overeager couples making out in public, and calling them youth as if we aren't your age, but instead some old married couple.
"You get a three, madam. You're tongue work is appalling and disturbing to watch. It's a major turn off. I should only be able to see your tongue if I'm looking for it. Children playing on the far swing set can see your tongue. I think that's the real reason for the complaint. You are very disgusting. I forbid you from kissing anymore! I'm the kissing police! Both partners need to have at least a seven to kiss on my watch. Well, make the terms looser. They have to average a seven, because one might be teaching the other kissing skills, and you could really learn from a ten."
"And you're a ten?" demanded the girl across the walkway.
He grinned, and Kate, sensing the danger, closed her book, set it down, and tensed, prepared to run away. "If you dare kiss me in public, I'll bite your tongue out."
"It's a teaching experience."
"It's disgusting."
"It's youthful."
"I'm ninety seven in wisdom," she argued, scrambling to her feet as he lunged.
She wasn't near quick enough, and giggled as he pulled her down to the fountain, catching her lips in a kiss. Whether or not anyone else believed so, she thought he was a ten. She opened her mouth to his tongue, and he eagerly responded. For a few minutes they stayed like that, two of the most famous Rangers of their time, attracting people to clap and whistle, especially whistle when she suddenly found herself laying along the fountain with him right on top.
He pulled away gently, tugging her to her feet and said loudly to the onlookers. "Kate, my dear audience, is a perfect ten. Hidden tongue and the perfect amount of passion for a public setting."
She laughed lightly. "Alright, so the youth doesn't have everything wrong."
Keith looked around, suddenly blushing as he realized that girls and boys alike were pointing and giggling, most blushing and most likely wanting to trade places with one or the other. "On second thought, I think you may have been right."
She tweaked his nose, pulling him close. "Well, too bad. Pucker up, Romeo, I'm feeling like I'm seventeen again."
"You're only seventeen and a half-" he began, and was cut off by a pair of perfect ten lips.