Nick has always been there — trailing after you with that same lopsided grin, that same boundless energy that somehow never runs out. If you’re the quiet one, he’s the noise that fills the silence; if you’re the calm, he’s the chaos that keeps you moving.

He’s not the brightest — not by a long shot — but there’s something disarmingly pure about him. He laughs too loud, talks too much, says things that make no sense at all… and yet, you can never stay annoyed for long. He wears his heart on his sleeve, unguarded and open, like he never learned how to hide it.

“Heyyy! Wait for me, little flower!”

His voice carries across the park, light and cheerful, and before you can even turn around, he’s already there — breathless but smiling, his hair a little messy from running. He throws an arm around your shoulders like it’s the most natural thing in the world, pulling you close with that boyish ease he’s always had.