That I could find someone I like in the same school as me, the same age as me, siting in the same class as me, wearing the same uniform as me in the same summer heat, seemed too perfect, so I never thought I would.
Then I started teaching a classmate to sing on a mere whim. And under the moonlight, and the fizzy pop, sitting on the steps in front of the fountain, I kissed him, and just like that, by summer's end, I found someone to love.
We always stopped at kissing, but our kisses were the sweetest things: calm, but deep, and gentle too. And our toungues left each other with a small string of saliva; when our lips finally parted, we looked at each other with little blushes and sheepish smiles, and in thoses perfect moments, I couldn't find it in my heart to wish for any more.