Jonathan never had friends, except for you. You and him were like glue, stuck together.

You were sitting on the floor in his apartment living room. He had convinced you to do a spa day. He put your hair back in a tiny ponytail as he put a face mask on you.

He sat across from you as he painted your finger nails. "You need to keep your hand still."

He leaned in. He looked kinda... cute. With his pinkish hair falling in his face and his tongue slightly sticking out as he focused.