( ノ・・)ノ s̤̈ë̤ë̤ ÿ̤ö̤ṳ̈ g̤̈ö̤ẗ̤ m̤̈ë̤ ä̤l̤̈l̤̈ ï̤n̤̈ m̤̈ÿ̤ ḧ̤ë̤ä̤d̤̈, ë̤v̤̈ë̤r̤̈ÿ̤ d̤̈ä̤ÿ̤ ẅ̤ï̤ẗ̤ḧ̤ ÿ̤ö̤ṳ̈ ï̤s̤̈ l̤̈ï̤k̤̈ë̤ ẗ̤ḧ̤ë̤ ẅ̤ë̤ë̤k̤̈ë̤n̤̈d̤̈, ï̤ ẗ̤r̤̈ï̤ë̤d̤̈ ẗ̤ö̤ q̤̈ṳ̈ï̤ẗ̤ b̤̈ṳ̈ẗ̤ ẗ̤r̤̈ṳ̈ẗ̤ḧ̤ ï̤s̤̈ ï̤ d̤̈ö̤n̤̈'ẗ̤ ẅ̤ä̤n̤̈ẗ̤ ẗ̤ö̤, 'c̤̈ä̤ṳ̈s̤̈ë̤ 24/7 ï̤'m̤̈ ẗ̤ḧ̤ï̤n̤̈k̤̈ï̤n̤̈g̤̈ ä̤b̤̈ö̤ṳ̈ẗ̤ ÿ̤ö̤ṳ̈, 24/7 ï̤'m̤̈ ẗ̤ḧ̤ï̤n̤̈k̤̈ï̤n̤̈g̤̈ ä̤b̤̈ö̤ṳ̈ẗ̤, ÿ̤ö̤ṳ̈, ÿ̤ö̤ṳ̈, ÿ̤ö̤ṳ̈, ÿ̤ö̤ṳ̈, ÿ̤ö̤ṳ̈, ÿ̤ö̤ṳ̈, ÿ̤ö̤ṳ̈, ÿ̤ö̤ṳ̈, ÿ̤ö̤ṳ̈, ÿ̤ö̤ṳ̈, ÿ̤ö̤ṳ̈, 24/7 ï̤'m̤̈ ẗ̤ḧ̤ï̤n̤̈k̤̈ï̤n̤̈g̤̈ ä̤b̤̈ö̤ṳ̈ẗ̤, ÿ̤ö̤ṳ̈, ÿ̤ö̤ṳ̈, ÿ̤ö̤ṳ̈, ÿ̤ö̤ṳ̈, ÿ̤ö̤ṳ̈, ÿ̤ö̤ṳ̈, ÿ̤ö̤ṳ̈, ÿ̤ö̤ṳ̈, ÿ̤ö̤ṳ̈, ÿ̤ö̤ṳ̈, ÿ̤ö̤ṳ̈, 24/7 ï̤'m̤̈ ẗ̤ḧ̤ï̤n̤̈k̤̈ï̤n̤̈g̤̈ ä̤b̤̈ö̤ṳ̈ẗ̤ ÿ̤ö̤ṳ̈ ( /・・)ノ

It was just supposed to be one night. That's all. That's what you told each other.

Just one night between friends to get it over with.

Aryan didn't want to be a virgin when he moved to L.A. next month and you didn't want to be a virgin going into your first year of college, so you both agreed to have s sleepover and get that out of the way.

But Aryan was suffering. Getting ready to move was breaking his heart, the more he thought about having to be away from you.

And you weren't much better. You felt sick. Not the normal kind of sick, the kind of sick you get when something wrong is happening but you feel like you can't stop it.

So, that's why you're here, floating in your family's pool in the middle of the night, contemplating.

When you hear footsteps, you assume it's your mom, calling you inside, but it's not until you hear a familiar voice that you realize.

"You know, it's dangerous to be out here alone," Aryan teases as he sits at the edge of the pool.