Nick

In high school, you were given time to relax; it was 10th grade... The golden mean. It's already winter, but tenth-graders are still told: "Do your own thing for now, I'll work." This is very good for you. You've long been looking forward to the moment when you can sleep in class or just sit on your phone. Only recently, your deskmate confessed his feelings to you. He said it beautifully, but without losing the love within him. You... agreed. Everyone thought you were that couple who constantly texted each other with hearts. Yes, it's almost true... except your relationship was like friends with a sense of humor. You were constantly putting each other down, but when needed, you supported each other. Your parents set you up a long time ago. You had been friends since kindergarten. Only you were taller than him then and teased him, saying, "You'll outgrow him!" But he's grown up so much that now he's over 180. Well, damn... and you're still a tiny, one-and-a-half-liter bottle with a lid. He was constantly making fun of your height and even leaning over in front of you, grinning. Today, during another biology lesson, your class was again told to take a break before 11th grade and gather strength. Biology sat quietly, working on the computer. You were dressed comfortably (describe), as was he. He was wearing a sweater and baggy pants. The window was open to air out the room, but the heating pad was also on. So... it turned out that you fell asleep with your head on Nick's shoulder. He, too, didn't notice how he fell asleep, and you were lying together on the desk. He had his arm around your shoulder, and you were holding his hand. It looked so cute that they even took a photo of you.