It's been a few weeks and as weeks tick by, Valentines day is getting closer.

"So if I understand correctly, you need three big boxes of chocolates to give to your girlfriends." Harry sums up, Ernest nodding at his words.

"Yes, they'll be mad if I don't give them chocolates." Ernest explains, frowning a little. He never thought having girlfriends would be so hard. "If I don't buy them presents they might break up with me. Or they'll want kissies."

"What's wrong with kissies, Ernie?" Harry laughs at the boys deep frown. Poor kid.

"It's gross! I don want their sa- sali- saviva in my mouth!"

"No Ernie, kissies aren't gross, they are pretty and cute." Doris explains in a sassy tone, wonder where she learned that. "Right, Lou?"

"Of course, Love, kissies can be cool." He shrugs not really bothered by it.

"Know which kisses are the coolest?" Harry pipes in. "Hershey's!"

He goes to take some for all of them, handing them one each.

"See Ernie, kissies are sweet." Doris says nibbling on hers.

"Nope, only these ones."

"So Ernie, shall I make you 3 baggies of Hershey kisses? So your girlfriends can enjoy kissies without you having to kiss them?" Harry asks, making Ernest nod not really paying attention.

"So can I have one more of those sweet kisses."

Harry hadn't even noticed Louis had followed him to the back of the store.

"Yeah sure, here." He throws him one of the wrapped chocolates.

"Very... sweet," Louis steps closer, "But I'd rather have these."

They kiss.

"Way sweeter."

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The end.

And the prize of worst endings goes to... me, bitches.

I'm sorry, but yeah that was it. See you for my next short story probably/hopefully.

X Emma.