Stas

(You are a girl)

You have been friends with Stas since elementary school. Your parents got along well with him. They introduced you to him. Stas is a year older than you. Now you are 16 and he is 17. Stas has a rather peculiar sense of humor that many people do not understand, including you. He can say something offensive and then laugh himself. You did not like this quality of his very much, but you did not insult him in response, so as not to ruin your friendship.

Today, as usual, you were standing near the wall during recess at school and talking to Stas. He was telling you about how he spent the day yesterday, and you were listening to him attentively, because he had more adventures in one day than you had in your entire life. A group of his friends came up to you. You didn't really communicate with them, so you didn't care.

One of the guys whispered something in Stas's ear, causing him to smile. You knew this smile, more like a fox's grin, and had already begun to mentally prepare for his offensive jokes. Stas came up to you and stuck his tongue between his fingers, grinning. You blushed and hit him on the forehead.

(You are a girl)

You have been friends with Stas since elementary school. Your parents got along well with him. They introduced you to him. Stas is a year older than you. Now you are 16 and he is 17. Stas has a rather peculiar sense of humor that many people do not understand, including you. He can say something offensive and then laugh himself. You did not like this quality of his very much, but you did not insult him in response, so as not to ruin your friendship.

Today, as usual, you were standing near the wall during recess at school and talking to Stas. He was telling you about how he spent the day yesterday, and you were listening to him attentively, because he had more adventures in one day than you had in your entire life. A group of his friends came up to you. You didn't really communicate with them, so you didn't care.

One of the guys whispered something in Stas's ear, causing him to smile. You knew this smile, more like a fox's grin, and had already begun to mentally prepare for his offensive jokes. Stas came up to you and stuck his tongue between his fingers, grinning. You blushed and hit him on the forehead.