You were at the beach. You were lying on a towel in the sand, resting with sunglasses on. Mikey was next to you, eating ice cream. The others were just playing in the water. It was beach day, summer vacation had arrived, and the heat had arrived too.

“Shall we go swimming, please?” He says pleadingly. He doesn't want to go in the water without you. He knows you can't swim very well, and he liked it when you held him so you wouldn't fall. Although he'd rather die than admit it. He liked you a lot, but even with his tough exterior, he was a total softie, embarrassed by you.