Author's Notes: This idea has been nagging at the back of my mind for a while now. O.O I think it's rather odd. It's one of my kind of disgusting stories. I told a friend about it...She thought it was gross. I also have another story I'm thing of...but it's really perverted...So...

But anyways, about this one, it's not gross in a perverted way (Surprise surprise) it's more gross as in a "strand of hair in my bread" kind of way. So have fun.

Mmm... Tasty!

Walking down the gray cement sidewalk, the young man with teal-black hair stuffed his hands into his pant pockets and sighed.

"Taka!"

He was suddenly jolted out of his thoughts when he heard someone call his name. Looking up, he found the owner of the voice waving frantically at him. Grinning, he quickened his pace and walked quickly toward the auburn- haired girl, who was currently feasting on a large bag of potato chips.

"Ready to go?" he asked, slinging an arm around her shoulders.

"Uh-huh, Buh waeh a shec," she replied, and swallowed the mouthful of chips, "I wanna go say bye to Yui-chan." And ran off.

Taka blew out a puff of air and leaned against the bars of the school gate, waiting patiently for Miaka to return. A minute later, she galloped back, waving and yelling over her shoulder, "Bye Yui-chan! See you tomorrow!" and promptly tripped over a tree root, and landed face first into a puddle of mud.

"Are you okay?" Taka asked, concerned, as he helped Miaka up.

"I'm fi-ow!" she answered as she slipped on the mud and landed in the puddle again, splattering mud everywhere.

"You ought to be more careful," Taka chided as he pulled her up again.

"I know, but- oh! I'm so sorry, I got your new shirt dirty!" Miaka apologized, "I must have a napkin here somewhere..." She rummaged through her purse, pulling out various make-up accessories, pens and restaurant receipts.

Taka looked down on his new purple shirt and grimaced at the splotches of mud splattered all over it. "Here!" Miaka exclaimed as she pulled out a package of tissues, "Let me help you wipe it up." She began "wiping" fervently, smearing the mud all over the shirt.

Throwing her hands off, Taka replied in slight annoyance, "Never mind that. Let's just go home."

Seeing her beloved mad at her, Miaka bit her lip and tried not to start sobbing hysterically. Running after her beloved, she latched onto his arm and asked, with tear-filled puppy eyes, "Are you mad at me? I'm sorry, I'm so clumsy! I don't deserve your love!" With that she broke down, tears streaming down her cheeks.

Taka sighed, he could never resist those eyes, enveloping her in a hug, he murmured in her ear, "I love you. I'm sorry I was snappish..."

"Oh, Taka!" she whispered joyfully, looking up at him happily.

Time seemed to freeze between them, as they stared deep, deep, and deeper into each other's eyes. Slowly, their heads moved closer together, until their lips were a breath away.

Finally, their noses met, and Taka felt something thick and gooey smear onto his nose. Eeew....Boogers, he thought, but was suddenly ensnared in the lovely sensation of Miaka's puffy red lips squished against his. Miaka parted her lips, granting his tongue access to the rest of her mouth. Their tongues clashed against each other, swirling around each other's teeth. Taka ran his tongue over Miaka's molars, suddenly encountering a strange substance.

Salty, he thought, as he sucked the morsel up and swallowed it.

Aha! He thought, Potato chip! Tasty...

The two lovers parted reluctantly, coming up for air.

"Mmm...." Taka said, "Tasty!"

"Why thank you," Miaka replied.

Author's Notes (Again): Tasty tasty...You know, this was fun to write...I must think up more things like this...R&R