A/N: Sorry this chapter took so long. My computer was completely busted for, like, a month and a half.

Two things about this chapter: 1. Deedee/Ron (or Deeron) is probably my favorite pairing ever. In anything. I won't take the time to explain why now, but I have compiled a whole list of reasons on my profile. 2. A quick warning. This is where those "suggestive situations" come in. It is NOT explicit in any way. It is NOT lemon or lime or any kind of fruit. But I would suggest that anyone under the age of 12 skip this chapter.

Please R&R!

"Oh, Nathan, you're so cute!" Maurecia giggled.

Deedee sighed and shook her head. She and Ron were trapped in one of Maurecia's famous New Relationship Double-Dates. Whenever Maurecia started a new relationship (which was far too often, mind you), she would call up two friends who were also in a relationship and set up a double-date in a desperate attempt to find couple friends. Once again, it was Deedee and Ron's turn. Their fifth turn, in fact.

After being best friends for years, Deedee and Ron had started going out about six or seven years before. Deedee had actually had a little crush on Ron for a while before. She really had no idea why it had taken him so long to feel the same. Well, she was about to find out, courtesy of Maurecia and her double-dates.

"Oh, you!" replied Nathan, the 35-year-old mountain of muscle Maurecia was dating, as he lovingly pecked his girlfriend on the lips.

Deedee turned to Ron and pretended to gag. He chuckled appreciatively, then looked at the mushy scene in front of him and grimaced.

Suddenly and for no apparent reason, he started speaking. "Ah, kisses," he began apprehensively. "When was your first, Maurecia?"

"Hmm?" Maurecia turned to him in confusion. She really hadn't been paying attention until she heard her name.

Deedee was confused as well. "Ron," she whispered. "What the hell are you doing?"

"I'm trying to make conversation," he whispered back. "Watching this is getting boring."

"Excuse me, Ron?" Maurecia interrupted. "When was my first what?"

"Your first kiss. When was it?"

"Oh!" Maurecia mulled it over for a few seconds. "Tenth grade, I think. With – Ben Nushmutt! Yeah, that's right. Ben." She giggled. "I guess that explains why that was my longest relationship of the year. A whole fifteen days!" She laughed again and turned to Nathan. "What about you, sweetie?"

Nathan stammered. He was obviously not comfortable talking about things like this in front of two of his squeeze's friends, whom he had only just met. "Um . . . I think I was twelve . . . "

Maurecia kept looking at him for a few seconds, as if she was expecting him to say more. When she realized that it wasn't coming, she turned to Deedee and Ron and asked enthusiastically, "What about you guys?"

Deedee smiled. This was definitely more fun than watching Maurecia and Nathan make out. "Well, my first kiss was with Ron! You guys remember, don't you?"

Maurecia nodded, but Ron looked confused. "Really? Our first kiss was only seven years ago, at your college graduation. That was your first kiss?"

Deedee was even more confused. "No, our first kiss was in fifth grade!"

"Are you sure?" Ron replied. "I don't remember that. I remember that mine was at my Bar Mitzvah. And it was with that flirty older sister of Maurecia's . . . Lucy, right?"

"Lucy?" Maurecia said. "You mean the one who grew up to be a pr — " She stopped and got a disturbed look on her face. "I think we should change the subject."

Everyone else happily agreed and the conversation once again turned to Maurecia and Nathan being total gross-outs and Ron watching uncomfortably. But Deedee didn't care. She was too busy dwelling on what Ron had said.

Why doesn't he remember? she wondered. I've never forgotten what happened. And Maurecia knew what I was talking about. That kiss was what started my feelings for him. If it was so important to me, how did he forget?

Then the answer came to her. It was so obvious! Besides silently scolding herself for not thinking of something so obvious, all she needed to do now was find a way to remind her boyfriend of their real first kiss. She excused herself from the table and escaped to the ladies room to make a very important phone call.

"So I'll pick up dinner and we'll hang out at my place for a while. 'Kay?" Deedee said into her cell phone.

"Yeah, that'll be great!" Ron replied. "I'm just curious, though. Where are you getting the food from?"

"That's a surprise. But I'll tell you that it's the only place they make this kind of food." Deedee paused, thinking of an appropriate pun. "It's really high-end," she decided, remembering the immeasurable height of this particular building. "I'm just getting there now. You can come in maybe . . . one hour?"

"Great. See you then. Bye!"

"Bye," Deedee said. When Ron hung up, she added quietly to herself, "I love you." She put her phone in her pocket and looked up the side of — where else? — good old Wayside School. She could almost smell Miss Mush's awful cooking from where she was standing. "I cannot believe I am seriously about to do this," she mumbled, "but it's all for the plan."

Deedee approached the door and reluctantly went to open it. Before she could, however, a tall, portly older woman burst through them with a Styrofoam container in her hand and a bright smile on her face. "One order of Mushroom Surprise for a Ms. Deedee Smith, ready to go!" she chirped in a light accent that Deedee couldn't quite identify.

"Well, Miss Mush, you seem pretty happy to see me," Deedee said with a hint of sarcasm as she accepted the container of Mushroom Surprise.

"I just haven't seen you in such a long time! Some of your old classmates are here almost weekly. Like Dameon. Oh, that poor boy works up such a sweat volunteering. And all for Mrs. Jewels. I wouldn't be surprised if he gave all the stars in the sky for her! Or Mavis. Have you seen her lately? She's grown up looking so much like her mother. Don't you — "

"Miss Mush," Deedee interrupted, "I'd love to talk with you some other time, but I have somewhere I need to be soon. I'll see you around, I guess." She started to walk off.

"Oh, well, it was nice seeing you, dear!" Miss Mush sounded slightly disappointed. "And one other thing? Be careful about the surprise!"

Be careful? Deedee thought. Don't be silly. Why did she think I called in specifically for this crap?

Ron was already there when Deedee got home. Maybe he had left too early, or she had left too late, or maybe there had been too much traffic, but whichever way it happened, it threw Deedee's plan out of whack. She had hoped to light some candles or play some music or put on her red dress with the very distracting V-neck — something romantic that would somehow divert Ron's attention from the food.

But the date turned out to be much better than Deedee had expected. Much, much better, if not until Ron's attention wasn't so much on the food than it was on Deedee's elementary school memory.

"Wait a second. I'm confused. Instead of dinner for two, you got us something that looks more like lunch for one in a Styrofoam box," he said when they sat down at Deedee's kitchen table.

Deedee sighed. "Well, yes," she said, "but I promise that it'll seem like a lot more than that soon." She set the container of Mushroom Surprise in front of him. "Open it. See what it is."

Ron looked at her strangely, but apprehensively opened the container anyway. At his first glance/sniff of the brownish-greenish mess, he screamed and threw the lid back down, falling back in his chair simultaneously. As he pulled himself up again, he whimpered, "That's Mushroom Surprise, the school lunch that got me in trouble for no reason in fifth grade. It still haunts my nightmares sometimes. Why?"

Deedee lay her hand over Ron's to calm him down while she explained. "You know how at lunch the other day when you couldn't remember our first kiss, even though Maurecia and I could?" Ron nodded, although he seemed too frightened of the meal to speak. "Well, I'm going to try to remind you using this." She pointed to the Mushroom Surprise.

She reopened the container and stuck her fork into disgusting-looking glop. Ron was obviously trying to send her signals not to, but she reassured him, "Don't worry, Ron, I'll be fine. And I need to do this. You'll see why." And then she ate it.

Deedee sat there for a moment, pondering the taste. "Not that bad," she said. "Sort of like a mixture of chocolate chips and fried rice." She looked over at Ron to show him that she was okay.

Suddenly, a strange sensation hit her. She felt like her heart was beating a thousand times faster than normal. She felt her face flush, and from what she remembered from the fifth grade incident, she was sure that her eyes had changed from their regular brown to a startling shade of red. She began to twitch, then to tremble, then to shake uncontrollably. It was almost as if all thoughts were being driven from her mind except for one: Ron. The love she felt for him was magnified to the tenth power. It didn't feel like a childish crush anymore. She never wanted to be with anybody else for the rest of her life.

She couldn't help but get these feelings out in some way, so she leaned over and kissed Ron full on the lips. The sensation died down, leaving Deedee with a hangover-like feeling, as if she had just blacked out. She couldn't remember a thing.

Ron, on the other hand, was fully aware and wide-eyed. "What in the freaking hell just happened?" he mumbled incredulously.

Deedee smiled vaguely. "Did I just kiss you?"

"Um, yeah!"

"That's where the surprise in Mushroom Surprise comes from. And you did the same thing to me in fifth grade."

"Oh." Ron smiled sheepishly. "I understand now." He paused. "Now what are we really going to do for dinner?"

"I say that we shouldn't let this Mushroom Surprise go to waste," Deedee answered. "Let's make this the romantic meal you were hoping for."

"Agreed," Ron grinned.

And so they finished the Mushroom Surprise for dinner that night. They took turns taking bites of it and took turns kissing each other. Even though only one of them was conscious of it at one time, you could honestly say that they enjoyed it. And it got even more passionate every time. The kisses went from simple pecks to real frenching within ten minutes.

When it got down to the last bits of Mushroom Surprise, Deedee came up with the idea for both of them to take their last bites at the same time, just to see what would happen. What did happen was that after three minutes of things neither of them would ever remember, Deedee regained consciousness on the couch, where she and Ron were still kissing up a storm.

"How did we get over here?" she managed to ask through the make-out session.

"I don't know, but why should we question a good thing?" Ron replied.

And he was right, Deedee realized. She really hadn't had to go to so much trouble to make Ron understand her feelings for him. It really didn't matter why she loved him, just that she did. And that she wasn't with anyone else for the rest of her life.

I love you, Ron, she thought, but didn't say, because at the moment, she was having a little trouble talking.

A/N: R&R, please! And may the Deeron be with you.