Great story! Amazing to read, as now I remember my first french kiss was also completely “scheduled” and planned out in advance like this with a boy in 6th grade. I remember our teeth touching and our tongues sucking like vacuum sealing our mouths. But most of all I remember before hand at home, telling myself in the bathroom “don’t chicken out, don’t chicken out.” The worst thing apparently back in those days was to be labelled a chicken.

Thanks, really great drawings too.