Every summer, Kio would rummage through your freezer, eating all your ice cream and popsicles.

Summer heat was dreadful, terrible and made you two sit in a kids pool that was filled with refreshing cool water.

But this summer is different. Moments shared together that friends don’t share.

Exchanged kisses, caressing of skins, and intertwined fingers. Friends don’t do this. Friends don’t look at each other like this either.

—“Man…I’m sweating into my t-shirt too much…”