Kiss Me!
Gwendal stared in something very close to horror whatever it was his best friend had in her hands and, even more, at her growing-wider-smile. He looked around for an escaping route, but not such luck: Anissina was standing directly in front of the only possibly exit, unless he suddenly developed wings.
"Come on, Gwendal!" Anissina said: any second now, her grin was going to split her head. "It's completely harmless!"
"You said so last time, and I ended up with pink hair for a month!"
"And everybody thought it was adorable, so there wasn't any harm done, was it?" Anissina asked, rolling her eyes. Gwendal blushed and glared. The window was starting to look tempting.
"But why do I've to wear something that's called 'Pucker-up-kun'!"
He wished he hadn't asked. Anissina's eyes suddenly looked dangerous.
"Look. You're nearly eighty, right?"
"You know my age, Anissina."
"And you've never kissed anyone." Anissina said again, almost as if she hadn't heard him. She shrugged. "I just thought that you'd like to kiss someone before you're a hundred."
Gwendal's blush darkened. "But... but why with you? And me! We're friends!"
There was a moment of silence were Anissina seemed... sad. Gwendal blinked, wondering what he had said but all to soon Anissina had her calculating look on, and Gwendal decided that there was nothing a good healer couldn't heal so he went towards the window but just then, Anissina spoke.
"I'll tell your mother you didn't want to." Anissina said then, making him freeze. "And I'll tell my father you did."
Gwendal stayed frozen for a few moments before he turned around, snatched the damn invention of Anissina's hand and plucked it over his head and then, just waited for the inevitable to happen, wondering just why he was blushing and his heart was beating so fast.