Pickle's POV

Girls with short hair has always been my type. Ever since I was 11, I have been flirting with short haired girls that I saw, tried to be romantic. But I'm not allowed to date until I'm 14, which is a month away but that doesn't mean that I can't dance with Taco~; Plus My mom and dad love her, which works. If I could date her now I would, I mean, I have to ask her first on my birthday. Even though we haven't known each other for very long, and she's only 9, but I know that I can make her happy. I know it's all a long shot and I'm being silly, I know. I just want Taco to be in my arms, and I'm not telling my parents cause they say "That's what you always say" although this is true, that's just how I feel with a cute girl. And Taco sure is the most beautiful girl that I've ever seen.

Taco's POV

I'm starting to get the hang of my balance, but Pickle won't free me. Not that it fazes me, I just find it quite strange. I ask him to release me, but only does with his right hand to pull out something made out of glass, rubber and plastic. He then start playing a song that I have never heard of before, it is indeed strongly ravishing, with a nice sentimental vibe. Suddenly, Pickle gently holds my waste again and starts to sing. Though I wish he wouldn't, he's making me feel... desirable.

Not a shadow in this little town,

Lingering foot steps don't echo around.

Hearing Pickle's voice in a whole new way...

In a moment, striking now, the clock will sound,

it awakens us both for the night to come.

...takes me to a better world

Spilled across the twilight sky,

dyed in the color of honey and wine.

An open view invites us two, seen on the stage: only you an I.

Chasse 'n whisk 'n natural turn,

lean in close, I'll cast a spell over you.

Throwaway and oversway,

For this moment...

what's in a name? This is Honey mead~

Honeymoon, now Un Deux Trois~

Slowly we entwine our fingers while dancing along.

...I'm incapable of resisting him...

Singing, swinging, sweetest sound song,

Humming the tune in our dreams till break of dawn

Chasse 'n whisk 'n natural turn,

lean in close, I'll cast a spell over you.

Throwaway and oversway,

Sweet fashioned in honey mead~

Honeymoon, now Un Deux Trois,

So I place my lips on yours while humming along.

Singing, swinging, sweetest song~

Between the two of us, dance the tune of love~

...Just embrace our dance...

In illuminated moonlit glow,

Bathing this alley in liquid gold.

Just the two of us, alone;

Dancing and stumbling and laughing along...

Honeymoon, now Un Deux Trois,

Slowly we entwine our fingers while dancing along!

Singing, swinging, sweetest song~

Humming the tune of our dreams till the break of dawn.

Shava Diva,

...and don't let go

Honeymoon, now Un Deux Trois,

So I place my lips on yours while humming along.

Singing, swinging, sweetest song~

Between the two of us, dance the tune of love.

Taco's POV

The feeling of someone close completes a part of me that I have lost so long ago. I haven't even noticed this frozen liquid is clear with beautiful fish swimming everywhere. Almost as if they to were dancing towards Pickle's voice. Of course that would be impossible, water decreases hearing enough without the ice blocking from what's outside of it. Why am I being to think unlogically? I've never done that before, what's the meaning of this?

Cucumber's POV

I don't care what my parents say, Pickle is the foolish one woowing a possible ghoul. I may be 6, but I know what could happen, and can happen. Even if it's the last thing I do, and if I die I what my death stone to say "I told you so." Anyway I gotta keep skating, I can't let mom and dad know I'm eyeing Taco...if that IS her real name. Looking out "Taco," you might have the others tricked with your said backstories and harmless acts, but you can't manipulate me.