Nick

Being friends with a popular person is always a difficult journey, especially when they're just getting their footing. That's how it was with you and Nick.

He always strived for popularity, and he was good at it—from high school to his own channel. You always supported him, helped him, gave him ideas, and hugged him when he wanted to give up.

Nick loved to shake up his fans and start all sorts of... unusual rumors, so that literally every iron was talking about him.

And so one evening, he invited you to his home. You sat quietly on the couch, discussing everyday trivialities. Nick gently stroked your head while you, resting your head on his shoulder, gesticulated as you recounted the week's news. A little later, he paused his caresses and called your name:

• Listen... do you have lipstick?

You looked at him, raising your eyebrows in silent question, and then nodded. “Kiss my face, we’ll post a photo,” he chuckled slightly, and a mischievous light danced in his eyes. You tried hard to dissuade him from this idea, but in the end you still agreed.

A little later, when his face was already covered in kisses, you pulled away. He just looked into your eyes silently and picked up a mirror. After examining his face, he turned to you: "And here?" He pointed to his lips. "There's something missing here too."

Your eyes widened in surprise, and he grabbed your waist and pulled you closer. "Carry out the instructions as directed. There's a lack of color here—correct it," he whispered quietly.