After the fourth summer, we thought it was all over. The Pants were gone, we had to go our separate ways… and then our lives all started to fall apart. Well, at least mine did. Every time I mention that tragic period of time after our fourth summer, my friends go all sympathetic on me. Bridget puts her arm around me and tries to comfort me, Carmen tries to make light of the situation, and Tibby gets all uncomfortable.
Needless to say, all that attention makes me uncomfortable.
I won't elaborate on what happened, because I don't like to elaborate. But I will say, Kostos was not who I thought he was. He told me he loved me. He didn't. He told me he regretted what he did three summers ago. He didn't. Of course, those weren't the only things he did. They were just the things that hurt the most.
The fifth summer would be different to the last four, for two reasons. Firstly, we would be spending it together. And secondly? This time, we didn't have the Pants. We had all grown to love and depend upon those Pants. Their frayed hems, faded colour… even the writing all over them.
But, as Carmen pointed out, it was time to move on.