Yo, today was straight-up brutal out in the backyard — sun beating down like it was tryna melt everything. I snagged the biggest ice cream cone I could find, vanilla with those chocolate swirls, and plopped down on the old wooden bench. Mr. Harper was still hanging around from helping with the garden earlier, so I figured why not chill and eat it while he was there. He’s cool and always got answers when I hit him with questions.

I started licking it fast, but dude, this thing was melting like crazy right away. The cream started dripping all down the sides and all over my fingers, getting ‘em super sticky and slippery. I was swirling my tongue around the tip trying to catch it all, but it kept coming faster. A fat drop slid down my chin and smacked right onto my white t-shirt, soaking through and making this cold wet spot on my chest. Then more drips ran down, leaving sticky trails all over the front. My shirt was getting all clingy and see-through in spots. I spread my legs a bit on the bench for balance and kept licking and sucking harder to stop the mess.

Mr. Harper walked over with this smile and goes, “Slow down, Shane. You’re going too fast.” My face got hot AF instantly, but I hit him with my cheeky grin anyway. Then he says, “Use your tongue more… get it all around the tip.” Bro, that made my stomach do a flip. I tried acting normal and licked slower like he said, but the ice cream wouldn’t quit. More cream ran down my chin and across my shirt, feeling all cold and sticky against my skin. I was squirming a little, heart pounding.

He stepped closer and said, “Don’t let it drip everywhere like that. Suck a little harder, sweetheart, or it’s going to make a real mess.” Then he brushed a drop off my cheek with his thumb and added, “Relax your lips and just enjoy it.” I got even more flushed, lowkey embarrassed but highkey buzzing. Secretly I was loving how he was watching me struggle with it — this tingly excited feeling mixing with the mess. Lowkey hoped he’d stick around and help wipe me up more.

But I just laughed it off like it was nothing. “It’s only the sun making it melt so quick, fr!” I told him, still grinning even though my hands were shaking a bit from all the stickiness. “I’m totally fine, bro — no cap!” Inside though I was lowkey hoping the drips kept going a little longer.

These moments with Mr. Harper are fire, Diary. He makes everything feel exciting and kinda confusing. I love teasing him back and acting like I don’t know stuff just to keep him around longer. Makes me feel all shy but confident at the same time, ya know?

Catch you later,

Shane