He gave her a small peck on the lips.
That's all he could manage.
He wasn't ready for kissing. Not just yet.
Becky had made it clear that she wanted him to kiss her.
So he figured what could one little peck on the lips hurt?
He hadn't thought that she would be angry at him.
Why was she angry?
"You just stole my first kiss!" she had screeched.
"I thought you wanted me to..." he mumbled.
She frowned at him. And then she stalked off.
He wondered what went wrong. He thought it was the perfect moment.

She wanted a real kiss. Not a peck.
Why couldn't Jr. get that?
He gave her a peck. That's it. No kiss.
Not the kind she had wanted from him.
She had barely got the chance to feel his lips on hers before they were gone.
He couldn't possibly like her. He couldn't even give her a real kiss.
Sadness washed over her. When would the boy realize that he was who she wanted more than anyone?
Most likely, never. She shut her eyes and prayed that one day he would return her feelings.