Ferris's feelings seemed to be mutual. Everything he felt, the girl felt as well; perhaps it was because they could read each other through their lips, or maybe it was because they were just one being divided into two; whatever the reason was, the couple always seemed to be on the same page, always seemed to share the exact same feelings. And that's what made their relationship so wonderful and what always kept them so happy; they were always in sync, they always agreed without even realizing it (well, it came to their feelings for one another anyway). And kissing the boy that was holding her so close, on whom she was leaning on, had never felt as wonderful as it felt now. It was a perfect kiss, at a perfect place in a perfect day, and the young girl was finding it difficult despite the growing need for oxygen.