'I'm clueless about everything and I'm proud of it.'
"Hmmpph!" Serenity said, miffed. Throwing the T-shirt down on her bed, she flopped down beside it, sulking.
"Well, you know, it could be worse," Mokuba pointed out from his seat in the desk chair.
"How?" Serenity asked curiously, though she still shot another glare at the shirt before turning to her sort-of boyfriend.
Hey, they were twelve; serious wasn't really in the game plan for a few more years.
"Well, most of the others got ones that were at least partly true; yours isn't," Mokuba pointed out.
She thought about that for a moment before nodding brightly. "You're right!" she said, cheered.
Smiling in response to her own grin, Mokuba hopped up from his perch and came over to sit next to her. "And, besides, now that you've been pranked, we can prank the others."
"'We?'" Serenity asked archly, a smile lurking around her lips.
Pretending to be abashed, Mokuba said in a faux French accent, "But of course! I have to defend mon girlfriend from those who would besmirch her lustrous reputation, no?"
Snorting, Serenity said, "Have you been reading Harlequin romances again?"
He shook his head, giggling slightly as he pulled her into the circle of his arms. "We're doing Shakespeare in Literature class."
"Oh, Mokuba, Mokuba, wherefore art thou, Mokuba?" Serenity quoted between giggles.
"Right here, Rini baby," Mokuba joked, leaning in to give her a peck on the lips…which unexpectedly turned into a full-blown French kiss, since at the moment their lips touched, her mouth was open in a laugh.
Long moments – seconds, minutes…hours? – later, they finally pulled apart for breath.
Mokuba summed the experience up in one word: "Wow."
"Ditto," Serenity agreed.
Mokuba giggled. "Clueless, huh?" he said softly, combing his fingers through her hair and nuzzling his nose against the ear he revealed from the waterfall of crimson locks.
"As if," Serenity chuckled, pulling him down for another kiss.