I don't own Star wars sniff sniff so dont sue me! Luv ya, and b nice in reviews—my first fic.

"What do we have here?" asked Padme with a laugh. Anakin had just fallen through the air vent of her apartment with a bag in his hands.

"Uhm, it's our anniversary and I wanted to look nice. So I stole... I mean borrowed without permission... Obi-wan's hair gel. Can you help me make it look good?" Anakin replied.

Padme's eyebrows shot up. "You want to look good. And you STOLE Obi-wan's hair gel. Why does this not surprise me?" She was looking at the bottles.

"What?"

" Obi-wan uses lisse et soliex hair gel. That's the most fancy, expensive, and extra-strong-hold hair product. It means 'smooth and silky hair gel' in French. I used it as Queen because it was the only thing that could keep those ridiculous hair styles in place! Oh, he is never going to hear the end of this one." Now she was smirking in a very Anakin-ish way. No wonder his hair is always perfect and never moves.

Two hours later

Obi-wan burst in on Anakin and Padme's anniversary night. Just dinner, but still... anyway... they were sitting on the couch.

Padme stood up as Anakin's furious master strode in.

"ANAKIN! SKYWALKER! WHAT DID YOU DO!"

"What?" Anakin gave his former master a bewildered look.

"Like you don't know!" Obi-wan had murder in his eyes.

"YOU STOLE MY lisse et soliex hair gel!"

"Oh. That."

"Yes, THAT! How could you? That stuff is like the children I can't have! It is my life!"

Padme was watching all this with an amused smile. Now she stepped over and gently guided the still-fuming Obi-wan over to the couch. To Anakin, she said, "I didn't know the stuff was that important to him."

"Yeah. He spends almost two hours every day on his hair. He gets up before dawn to fix his perfect hair. And I'd forgotten he was in love with the products."

"Just like Jesse on Full House, that holodrama." Padme was now cracking up but trying not to show it.

"Geez, don't break your face. Laugh at me if you must." Obi-wan was trying not to look too offended.

"What is up with that show anyway? They always end up hugging. Those people are weird!" Anakin butted in.

"Look who's talking!"

"Yeah, whatever."

Padme, still laughing, collapsed in between the Jedi on the couch.

Then, IT happened. The dreaded, horrible,end-of-the-story—

GROUP HUG!

Author's note—this is the product of two teenage girls at midnight on ss. Crazy, innit? Even though its posted under my name, my bestest buddy in the world (real life and ff) helped give ideas, so give it up for padme9810. she has awesome stories too (edited by moi) so read them! Ill give u cyber cookies!