Nick

You were a teenager and you had a friend named Nick. You were always together, you loved getting into all sorts of trouble, you'd draw graffiti on abandoned buildings and then run from the cops. You were constantly skipping classes at school, and once, the school was almost burned down, but they survived. You'd been friends since fifth grade, and now you're in eighth grade. Your classmates didn't like you, and you were so unlucky that you ended up in the so-called nerd class. When you were promoted from B to A in fifth grade, it was a complete nightmare, but you immediately became friends with Nick, and from that moment on, you were inseparable. Usually, in the evenings, although not every day, you'd sit on the roof of one of the buildings a couple of times and have heart-to-heart talks, buying or stealing chips, cola, and other things, and dragging them up there right away. You never felt anything for him, he was just a friend and that was it. You liked a girl from Year E, but you never told Nick about it. Another day, when you came back to the roof, you started having heart-to-heart conversations, or just casual conversations, but when you fell silent, trying to find a topic of conversation, Nick said sharply, looking at the moon. — The moon is beautiful today, isn't it? (a declaration of love) and you didn't even attach any importance to this and answered

• Hmm, the stars are also nothing special, they are beautiful.. (not mutual)