Disclaimer: I don't own Pokemon

Summary: 14 year old Zoey doesn't know what everyone means when they say French kiss, and she's buggin' Paul one night to tell her. But he won't, and she gets MAD.

Paul is 15.

Minor kiss fluff.

Don't kill me if it sux. Its two in the morning and I'm tired!!!!!!! but I'm so tired, I'm not tired anymore!! WAA!!!!

"Hey, Paul?" Zoey Bruno asked her friend, Paul Samuels.

The two sat on a leather couch in a PokeCentre. They were in Snowpoint City, and it was the middle of winter.

There was a blizzard raging outside. But the two stayed warm, being that they were in front of a fire. No one was around. Not even Nurse Joy. It was about 10:30 at night.

Zoey wore a lime green turtle neck sweater, jeans and tan hiker boots. Her trademark black sunglasses were in her hair. Around her neck was a golden necklace.

Paul wore a black and blue sweatshirt, black baggy jeans and bue sneakers. He didn't mind the cold, so he hadn't "Bundled up," as Zoey liked to call it.

"What is it, Troublesome?" Paul answered.

"What's a... what does everyone mean when... What's the big deal about... I mean..."

"Come on, spit it out."

"What is a... french... kiss?" the girl asked, her eyebrows creasing. She looked at him in wonder. Paul blushed and closed his eyes.

"I'm not going to answer that." he said looking into the burning flames.

"Oh come on! Everyone that I ask says that!"

"Who did you ask?"

"May, Misty and Dawn."

((A/N let's pretned that Zoey is the youngest of May, Dawn, herself and Misty. They're all 15))

"That's because they are all older than you."

"So?"

"Look, someone will tell you when your older."

"That's what they said, too! I'm only a year younger!"

"Zoey, I'm not telling you."

"Please?"

"No."

"Please?"

"No."

"Please??"

"No!"

"Please?!"

"NO!"

Zoey folded her arms and sat back, defeated. She looked away from him and grumbled under her breath.

"See?" Paul said, "That's why we won't tell you."

"Why?"

"You're pouting."

"Am not."

"Am too."

Zoey sighed angrily and looked out the window.

Then, she said quietly, "Have you ever been french kissed?"

"No. Thank god. The thought of having some girl's t-" he stopped himself. Zoey looked back at him.

"Girl's what?"

"Nothing."

"No! Tell me!!" she insisted, grasping his forearm with both her hands.

"No, forget I said it."

"I won't! Having a girl's... what??"

"You really wanna know what a French kiss is?"

"Yeah, yeah!"

"You REALLY wanna know?"

"Yeah!!"

"Well, too bad!"

Zoey fell over anime style. She got back up and scowled.

"Jerk."

"Yeah, I know. If you ever do find out what a French kiss is, it won't be from me."

"Please?? Please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, ple-"

"Shut up!!!!" Paul yelled.

"Then tell me!"

"No!"

"Then I won't shut up! Please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, plea-" he cut her off again.

"Fine!!"

"Re-ah!" he stood up and dragged her as he walked down the hallway, around a corner, and into her room. He pulled her inside and shut the door.

"You wanna know what a French kiss is??"

"What have I been nagging you about for the last 20 minutes?!"

"Well, I'll give you one!"

Suddenly, Paul pulled her into by the forearms and crashed his lips into hers. His eyes were closed. Zoey shook off her shock and kissed him back, closing her eyes. They tilted their heads to the oppisite sides. Then, Zoey's eyes snapped back open when he licked her upper lip. She pulled away from him, blushing.

"Why'd you-"

"Look, you wanna know what a French kiss is, so I'm giving you one. When I lick your lip, open your mouth."

"Wh-"

"Just do it."

Zoey sighed and kissed him again. He kissed back. Their heads tilted again. ((A/N eyes closed... always forget that...)) This time, when Paul licked her upper lip, she slowly parted her mouth slightly. He slid his tongue into her mouth and ran it across hers a few times before exploring every dent in her teeth and every corner in her mouth possible. Zoey smirked in her mind and slid her own tongue into his and did the same to him.

They finally parted in need of breath.

"And that is a French kiss." Paul said letting go of her. Zoey didn't say anything.

She finally said, "Cool. But one question, though."

"That's new. What is it this time?"

"What's a hickey?"

Paul walked right out the door, slamming it behind him.

Fin.

Me: Wow, Zoey, you were OOC in that.
Zoey: first of all, I know what a French kiss is, second of all, I'm not younger than Misty, May and Dawn- I'm second oldest! Misty is older than my by a month. Lastly, I know what a hickey is!
Paul: not in this story you do.
Zoey: Shut up!
Paul: anyway, thank you (wow, never thought he'd ever say that) for not making me give her a hickey
Me: I'm not THAT cruel to you
Zoey & Paul: yes you are.
Me: *smiles evilly* review.