A/N: -Edited 12.15.07- And then I realized they won't let you have 2 breaks in a row. I'm so smart.

It was fate. Just fate. Nothing particularly special. Fate. But the way they both hungrily eyed the last sugar cookie was enough to change the rest of their lives.

She reached the cashier first and it was all he could do the second she pronounced "sugar", sprinting to her and the cashier, hoping over the counter, diving for the cookie. It was just the way he was, a never aging little boy in a forever growing body, a Peter Pan in a world of humans. He quickly grabbed the cookie and ran for it.

But seeing the way her face fell and lost that happy glow as he looked back stunned him. Worse than the time his mom had yelled at him for taking the car and totaling it, underage. Worse than the time that one girl cried when he had snatched her ice cream cone. He nearly dropped his hard-earned prize (nearly, just nearly-he loved his baked goods too much to let go).

He turned around to get a good look at her, maybe toss her an apologetic "sorry", but the second his gaze found her, he couldn't help but stare. She was beautiful. The way her hair fell around her face, like chocolate curls. The way her bangs almost covered her sparkling green eyes. How thin she was, even with her obvious love of sweets. And the way he felt when he looked into her eyes, unbelievable.

Her face suddenly screwed up in a way that made it clear she was thinking. And it dawned on him. He'd been staring at her for an awfully long time. His face burned up, probably redder than ripe strawberries. Oh, boy.

The corners of her mouth lifted in a slow smile as he blushed bright red. Cute, she thought compulsively. Athletic. Muscular. Tan. And just a bit boyish. Just. My. Type. She let her thoughts carry her away. She had the time. And watching him get redder with each passing second was just too amusing.

She snapped out of her reverie as he muttered something under his breath. She raised her eyebrows in confusion, inching forward to hear him better.

"Sorry," he murmured, a little louder. He held out the sugar cookie out. "Take it." He paused, curious as to how she'd react. She smiled a little more, if possible, as she began to speak.

"And you'll repay me by taking me out, now won't you?" He looked up stunned and she just smiled in response. Someone had to take the initiative, and she didn't like to wait. "Meet me at MayDaze on Friday at 6." He grinned.

He was staring again. Oh, wow, he was staring again. He couldn't help it. The way she savored her bites of chocolate cake just forced him to think of…oh, god. He stopped breathing the second she started to lick the little bits of frosting off her lips. Needing air, he sharply inhaled and her eyes fluttered open.

"Aren't you going to eat?" Her voice was soft and all he wanted in that moment was for her to say his name. He snapped back to reality and looked down at his whole brownie.

"I guess I just don't feel like chocolate tonight." Her mouth formed a surprised O before pursing her lips in thought.

"That's kind of all they serve," she smiled. "You want to leave? I'm already done." His gaze flickered at her "suddenly" disappearing cake before nodding.

He had driven her home pretty quickly and before she knew it, she was leaning back on the door, hugging her pea coat tightly. She stared into his endless eyes as he watched her intently. Leaves rustled as they danced around the pair with rushes of wind. She sighed, content, as he wrapped his arms around her waist. Even so, the silence willed her to do something.

"So this is-" She was cut off as he crashed his lips against hers, losing her train of thought as her mind flooded with notions of how he tasted like caramel. She smiled into the kiss. About time. She was starting to think the boy was shyer than he showed. Who wants a guy like that? No one.

Abruptly, someone opened the door, knocking the two to the ground. She looked up, finding the displeased eyes of her father as she noticed the position they were in. Hair out of place and clothes askew from the fall, they looked as if they were, well, getting it on on the porch. Shi-

"And who is this?" Determined to get them both off the hook, she spoke quickly and gestured for the confused boy to get moving.

"Oh, ,wewerejusttalkingandIwasleaningonthedoor,sowhenyouopenedit,Ikindafellontopofhim,sowhateveryouthoughtweweredoing,weweren't! So,um,I'lljustgoinsideandsayhitomombeforegoingtobed,okaydad? Oh!" she cried as she noticed him waving. "Bye! Thanks for the, um, good time," she yelled, blushing. And with that, she was through the door and in her room before her dad could even move.

He sighed as he watched her study. Okay, sure, staring at her was something he could do for the rest of his life, but he was getting bored. And being the boy (and not man) that he was, he quickly thought up something to do.

Grinning like the Cheshire cat, he carefully crept up right behind her as she bit her lip in thought. He poised a finger on each side of her as she scribbled furiously. And as she reached for her trusty pink eraser, he poked. She squealed, spinning to throw him a deadly glare. He used the moment to pick her up, toss her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, and toss her (still laughing) onto the bed

Straddling her, he gazed into her eyes. A sudden realization struck him and he felt an urge to voice his thoughts.

"I love you," he murmured, just loud enough for her to hear. As he said it, he dipped down to kiss her. But just after his lips met hers, she lightly pushed him away. His glowing paled, but a smile persisted on hers. Confusion was evident in his eyes.

"I love you, too, silly," she declared, before pulling him back down.

And it was sweeter than you could ever imagine, because, well, everyone knows you can always trust sweet fate for happy endings.

Tasha Lee

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