The first time was out of annoyance

You flick away the piece of grass stuck to your vest in disgust. You sigh. Will she make up her mind already? You get it. You really do. Blondie wants to see the lights. Mother doesn't want Blondie to see the lights. If Blondie goes, mother not happy. If Blondie stays, Blondie not happy. But if Blondie won't stop talking about her sad story anytime now, Flynn is going to be really, really not happy.

" I can't do this! This will crush her-"

Ugh. You are not going through this again. There must be a way to seal those lips shut-

An idea hits you hard. You can see it so clearly in your head. You grab her, all suave and confidence. Your lips cover hers. Her eyes go wide. A gasp of surprise. Her hands go slack. A hint of blush. Followed by sweet, precious silence.

The throbbing pain at your skull brings you back to reality. Right. The frying pan. There's no way you can back away from her fast enough without getting another hit in the head after said kiss.

Too bad. It was a pretty good plan.