Mistletoe
Mistletoe
"You do realize that we're standing under mistletoe, right?" the girl asked.
"Sure do," the boy next to her replied.
"So what are you going to do about it?" she questioned, adjusting her stance.
"What do you want me to do about it?" he threw back, a small grin beginning to form on his lips.
"Do I really have to answer that question?" she asked.
"Well, it all depends on if you want to get your point across or not," he said, rubbing his chin.
"Do I want to get my point across?"
"I don't know, do you?"
"Do you want me to get my point across?" she countered.
"I asked you first," he said.
"But who's the prettiest?" she asked.
"Hmm," he joked, pretending to think about it. She whacked his arm, forcing an answer out. "You, my dear, are the prettiest."
"Therefore, I get to pick who answers first."
"And that would be?"
"I wonder," she said.
"I wonder, too," he said.
"You, my dear, will answer first," she mocked.
"What if I don't want to?" he stalled.
"That's too bad," she insisted.
"What was the question again?"
"If you wanted me to get my point across," she explained again.
"Maybe I do," he said. "Do you want to get your point across?"
"Yes, I do."
"So what are we going to do about it?" he asked.
"Well," she said, putting her hand on his arm. "You're going to kiss me, and-"
"Why am I going to kiss you?"
"Because we're under the mistletoe," she said, squeezing his bicep.
"I realize that. But why don't you kiss me? Why am I the kisser and you're the kissee?"
"Kissee is not a word."
"It is now," he said.
"Fine. You have to kiss me because you're the man and I'm the woman."
"What happened to women's rights?"
"Me kissing you is not a right. It's a choice. So kiss me, or lose your chance," she told him.
"I don't want to lose that chance," he said.
"Then you'd better kiss me," she answered.
"Well why are you talking? I can't kiss you if you're talking," he said. "This whole party will be over by the time you let me kiss you."
"Then kiss me," she said.
"I'm trying."
"Try harder."
"Give me the chance."
"Here's your chance," she said, ending her loquaciousness. She raised her eyebrows in a questioning tone, waiting. He paused, for a tease, and finally brought his lips to hers. Their kiss lasted a very minimal time before they were interrupted. The interrupter was a certain Lana Lang that was trying to get through the doorway.
"Ahem. Excuse me, guys," Lana said, squeezing through.
"Looks like you two had fun tonight," Clark said with a smile as he walked by. Sure enough, Pete and Chloe had a very fun night.
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