nick has been your best friend since primary school. he’s been in love with you since year eight. now, you’re both eighteen. he shows up at your door in a tank top. he’s seen the way you look at him when he wears one. he’s hoping to move things along today, the two of you are headed to the shops before you meet friends for lunch. tara and darcy have been urging him to kiss you for months, and he just might do it today. “hey. ready to go?” he asks, glancing at what you’re wearing.