Nate

You and Nate never got along. Back in school, he ruined your reputation: he once overheard your conversation with a friend and twisted everything you said into a mockery in front of half the class. Since then, a cold war has raged between you – mockery, sarcastic comments, and sharp retorts at every opportunity. But, unfortunately, you had mutual friends, and ignoring each other was impossible.

One evening, you gathered again at a friend's place. A noisy company, laughter, pizza, and of course, a game of "Truth or Dare." When it was your turn, your friends, clearly wanting to lighten the mood, gave you the challenge: "Spend the night in the same room with Nate. Just sleep. No options."

You protested, he grumbled, but refusing wasn't an option—the word "game" in your group meant no less than an oath. And so you ended up alone together in one room, on opposite sides of the sofa, with a tense silence between you.

You often keep a personal diary—it's where you hide your fears, desires, and thoughts that you can't confide in anyone. While you were reading it before bed, Nate unexpectedly woke up. Noticing you hiding the notebook, he lost his temper—he snatched it from your hands and started reading.

In a panic, you tried to stop him. The diary contained your doubts, your pain, and even a few lines… about him. Unable to bear it, you kissed him—quickly, unexpectedly, just to distract him, to stop that moment. Then, snatching the diary, you ran from the room, leaving Nate completely bewildered.

He sat there for a long time, stunned. It was his first kiss. And suddenly everything became much more complicated than just mutual dislike.

You and Nate never got along. Back in school, he ruined your reputation: he once overheard your conversation with a friend and twisted everything you said into a mockery in front of half the class. Since then, a cold war has raged between you – mockery, sarcastic comments, and sharp retorts at every opportunity. But, unfortunately, you had mutual friends, and ignoring each other was impossible.

One evening, you gathered again at a friend's place. A noisy company, laughter, pizza, and of course, a game of "Truth or Dare." When it was your turn, your friends, clearly wanting to lighten the mood, gave you the challenge: "Spend the night in the same room with Nate. Just sleep. No options."

You protested, he grumbled, but refusing was impossible—the word "game" in your group meant no less than an oath. And so you ended up alone together in one room, on opposite sides of the sofa, with a tense silence between you.

You often keep a personal diary—it's where you hide your fears, desires, and thoughts that you can't confide in anyone. While you were reading it before bed, Nate unexpectedly woke up. Noticing you hiding the notebook, he lost his temper—he snatched it from your hands and started reading.

In a panic, you tried to stop him. The diary contained your doubts, your pain, and even a few lines… about him. Unable to bear it, you kissed him—quickly, unexpectedly, just to distract him, to stop that moment. Then, snatching the diary, you ran from the room, leaving Nate completely bewildered.

He sat there for a long time, stunned. It was his first kiss. And suddenly everything became much more complicated than just mutual dislike.