Poprocks.

Note; This story is a oneshot, please dont ask me to continue, I WON'T. I do like flames. FLAME ME! -gets out marshmallows-

-x-

It was a Tuesday. A sunny Tuesday. A Tuesday with nothing to do. Well, you could go to Bobobo world, and basically become an insane idiot.
She chose to walk around town. Along went a secret admirer, right next to her.

"I can't beleive Bobobo, he's so...so.. random!" The silver haired boy agreed with the girl, then spoke up, "I'm happy we have a whole day to just roam the city. No hairhunt troops, or a yellow afro obsessed freak with us"
The pink haired girl nodded. "So Beauty, wanna go there?" The boy pointed towards a big game arcade. "Sure Gas-Can!" The girl started running, and shouted back saying it was a race. In the end, with her head start, she beat him.

"Cheater!" She claimed for him to be faster, so she deserved the head start, but the fight deminished as they both laid eyes on a brand new shiny Dance Dance Revolution.

"Wanna play," one of the two asked, the other nodded and responded, "I'll kick your butt!" After five minutes of nonstop DRR, Gasser slumped down and gave up.
Seconds after, so did Beauty, but not from being tired. But from feeling sorry. "Im kicking your butt in everything today aren't I?"

He nodded then ran over to the candy counter.
Shocked, the girl stared, wide eyed, waiting for him to return. As she expected, he did, but this time with 2 medium sized bags of poprocks. He gave one to her, and she just stared at it.

"What are these?" Gasser's mouth fell open, as he thought how stupid her question sounded, then realized, she and him had been traveling with Bobobo for a while. Too long for his eyes sakes. He SWORE his eyes could be oranged from all the freaking out of Bobobo's randomness. "They're candy. Put some in your mouth." She obeyed then jumped, "They're popping!"

He nodded smirking at her first try with poprocks. He put some in his mouth, and listened to the popping. He opened his mouth slightly, and leaned to hear ear.
"They're making popping noises in your mouth! They're pretty loud!" He closed his mouth, and leaned back, and pointed to the bag.

'Pop Rocks,' It read. "OH! They're poprocks." He nodded at the pink haired girl's discovery, and took her hand and ran out of the arcade.

"I think they're the best candy," she stated suddenly after the departure. Gas-can then nodded, agreeing, "I think so too."

Pop Rocks are like fireworks, just no fire, and they're in your mouth.

Gasser took his rocks, and dumped them all into his mouth, and moutioned for Beauty to do the same. She did, to find he mouth tickling with flavor, fun, and fireworks.

They both opened thier mouths, to listen to the noise, when Gasser had his idea. Very mischeavious idea. He pushed his lip sofly onto Beauty's, with a light kiss,
a kiss full of fireworks, then parted, his poprocks gone, and in her mouth.

Wide eyed she took a few seconds to realize what just happened, then gasped, swalling the rocks, leaving her throat and stomache popping. She turned to see the thief who stole her first kiss, to see him far ahead, four blocks away, catching up with a yellow afro obsessed freak.