Disclaimer: It's so hard to create a creative Disclaimer *sigh*, so I'll just say, Don't own, don't sue.
It began as a pretty normal day. Sun shining, birds chirping, Usagi wailing, Usagi being late, Usagi getting detention, and then, finally, she was in the Arcade, relaxing and enjoying her time with her friends. That is, she was until:
"Hello, Meatball Head, fail another test today?" came the customary greeting from one Chiba Mamoru
Usagi closed her eyes and turned in her seat. "As a matter of fact, I did not, you jerk."
"Sure you didn't, Odangoes- for-brains."
"If you have nothing nice to say, then don't say anything at all." Usagi sniffed, and returned to her milkshake.
"Awww, did Odango Atama run out of insults?" he teased.
"Shut up, you arrogant, egotistical excuse for a man."
Mamoru raised an eyebrow. "Do you actually know what those words mean?"
"Oh, go fall off-"
But no one was ever to know exactly what Mamoru should go fall off of, because at that moment, warm lips covered Usagi's, and her thoughts promptly flew out of the window.
When they finally broke apart, Motoki was in hysterics, Ami had dropped her ever-present book, Rei's jaw had hit the ground, Lita had fainted dead away, and Mina was staring in shock. Even the senshi of love hadn't seen that one coming.
"What just happened?" Mamoru murmured, dazed.
"I really don't know," replied Usagi, "but could you please do that again?"
And he did.