(*Author chann~ screaming in the background*)

** Third Person's P.O.V **

“PJ! Stop that!” Fresh giggled, PJ is currently hugging Fresh's stomach. “Stop what?” He asked, dumbfounded. “Stop hugging my stomach, you're killing me!” Fresh says in one breath, PJ just smiled at him. “Nope, it's warm” PJ said, snuggling against him.

“Go to the sahara desert! It's WARMER there” Fresh pouted, wanting to get out his grip so badly. PJ kept still, snuggling against him. PJ looked up at Fresh, he smiled. He looks so cute when he's mad. PJ slowly let go, Fresh jumps out of the couch and ran for the stairs.

PJ didn't expect that, and chased after him. Fresh slammed their bedroom door closed so that he won't get in. Fresh hid in the closet, in the other side of the wall. PJ isnt dumb, he teleported in. PJ checked the connected rooms, namely the bathroom and the changing room.

Fresh isn't inside them, but he didn't check if he's under the bed or he's inside the closet. It seems like he's gonna pick which object he should see first. PJ shrugged, he ain't risking it so he checked the closet first.

It seems like he wasn't risking it after all, Fresh is cooped up in the corner. Fresh tried to escape but PJ caught him, he then pinned him against the wall. “Found you.” was all he said, he leaned in slowly, giving him a small passionate kiss (A/n: keep it simple, stupid?).

Fresh blushed a dark purple color, flustered. Fresh pouted at PJ, rolling his eyes at him as well, looking away and crossing his arms. PJ gripped Fresh's chin, making him look at PJ. “Keep doing that, I'll kill you” PJ warned. Fresh stayed in the same position, not caring if he's going to get himself killed.

“You started it, now it's my turn” Fresh stuck his tongue out of his mouth as he proved his point. PJ growled lowly, Fresh slipped out of his grip and walked towards the bed. He sat on it, still pouting, still crossing his arms.

“Oh my asgore, you're so adorable.” PJ blushes a light hue of magenta, walking towards Fresh. PJ sat beside him, and pulled him towards the pillows, laying him on them. “This isn't going to get anywhere.” Fresh mumbled. “I know, but it's what I could do to make you stop that.” PJ replies, winking at him.

“You're so cheesy.” Fresh mumbles. PJ smiled at him, he pulled Fresh closer to his chest. Soon cuddling him in pure bliss. “Are you ready for tomorrow, love?” PJ asks, Fresh blushes. “s-shut up, baka.” Fresh mumbles, it was muffled because his face is stuffed against PJ's chest.

“Heh.”

PJ pulls up the blankets, covering them both in warm and soft embrace. Fresh wraps his arms around PJ's neck, getting himself comfortable. PJ's arms around his waist slightly tightens.

“Hope that you'll wear that dress I pick for our wedding, love.”

“Nope.”

“Why not? You look so—”

“NOPE, GO TO SLEEP.”

“Fine.”

“I love you, PJ.”

“Love you too.”

(It's short, because I'm busy updating my Hole In My Heart, Angel with a shotgun and soon the sequel to that.)