You and Kinger were the same; You two didn't exactly like crowds, a book in a dimly lit room sounded nice, and you two loved hiding in pillow forts.

But you two barely talked. Maybe a "Hi," or "How's it going?" Once in a while.

Today, Kinger tapped on your shoulder, shaking as usual.

"Hey, uhm, d-do you want to build a pillow fort?"

He asked as he pointed to a pile of pillows.