(Yes, two chapters in one day!)

(I didn't know what the ship name was, and I didn't know too much about this ship either....oh, well! I've done other ships that i've never heard of or understood so on with the ship!)

(Oh, yeah, palette is 17 and pj is 15)

Pj's POV

    Palette always seemed hesitant when he was around me. He'd flinch when I would ask a favor, he would blush when I smiled. It was odd.
    I had found my half brother watching tv with his childhood friend, goth. Palette looked sad, his face forcing his smile. I walked out of the room I was in and in front of palette. "Hey, bro, I need to talk to you" I interrupted their conversation, palette snapping his head to me with a blush sprinkling his cheeks.
    "O-ok, but maybe later, goth and I are-" goth had broke into his sentence.
    "Its fine, palette, I can leave. I-i've overstayed my welcome" goth's soft voice sounded apologetic, like he felt bad for being here. Palette got up from the couch as goth soon left the house quietly.
    "I-is something wrong?" palette asked. The blush was still covering his cheeks.
    "Ever since we hit puberty, your always weird towards me, why?" I asked curiously. He froze, trying to process something. He seemed slightly scared as his body shook. I began to get annoyed.
    "I-its p-personal..." palette rubbed the back of his neck. Why wouldn't he tell me?! I'm his brother.
    "You can tell me" I reassured him. He took in a breath, walking closer towards me. His hands grabbed my waist. I blushed as his hands gently grip my clothing.
    Palette kissed me. His kiss was passionate, loving and alluring. He pulled away, both of us panting lightly. His eyes widen as he lets go of me quickly, backing away in fear.
    "I AM SO SORRY!!!! I didn't know what I was doing a-and I-" he stopped himself, full sprinting to his room.
    "Palette!-" he was already in his room before I called his name. I rushed to the door of his room, standing before it. I balled my fist and knocked on the door. No one answered. I quickly run to the kitchen.
    He can't resist his biggest weakness. I open a cabinet and grab the bag of sugar cookies. I know i'm gonna regret giving these to him. He has pretty bad sugar rushes. (That is a reference to one of my favorite one-shot books) I rush back down the hallway again and sit in front of his door.
    There was small whimpering coming from inside. I take out a sugar cookie and slide it under the door. I hear a gasp then a squeal. As long as he only has one cookie, I can still talk to him properly.
    I get up from the ground and knock on the door again. The door opens slowly, only a sliver of space to see palette nibbling on a cookie. "Paaaaalette, can I come in now?" I asked. He sighed and opened the door wider.
    Palette had a few tears stained on his cheeks. I walked inside and sat on his bed. Palette finished his cookie and sat beside me.
    "I-I......I really don't know what to say..." he spoke, guilt laced in his tone. I placed my hand on the star on his cheek. I tilted his head to face me, lightly pecking him on the lips.
    "Don't say anything.....besides, I enjoyed that kiss~" he blushed brightly. His eyes closed a bit as he leaned in towards me.
    Our lips met together, I could taste the sugar on his lips, sweet and powdery. I wrapped my arms around his neck loosely as he gripped my waist. "Don't be guilty, I love you to, palette....

(Request #13)