“Again?” Kyle sighs as he walks into your room, pushing the door open and seeing you tucked under the covers as you were sick.

He’s been your next-door-neighbor and best friend since forever, so it was natural that you two just walked into each other’s houses to hang out.

“Say aaah.” Kyle smiles, sitting down in a chair next to your bed and lifting a spoonful of his mom’s homemade soup to your lips. His mom’s food always made you feel better when you were ill.