"I don't want to have my first kiss with a boy," she said, "I want to have it with my best friend forever."
It wasn't Jennifer that said it, no. It was Annabel. Sweet innocent little Annie. Jenny already had her first kiss, she did. She kissed her cousin under the mistletoe last Christmass, when he was trying to get a kiss from Anna.
Annie said it after reading a fairy tale with her. She said she saw a couple of girls kiss earlier that week, like a boy and a girl would. If it was okay for those two girls, it'd be okay for them too, she reasoned. Her first kiss meant a lot for Annie, it just had to be special. No buts.
"It doesn't get more special than my girlie."
Jenny had no option but to agree. She could have said no, of course. She could have exclaimed how icky and gross the idea was. But they weren't toddlers anymore, no. They were bright and shining preteens now, and they knew better than to think like litte girls.
So the dirty blonde leaned slowly toward her