After hours, days possibly, of convincing. You finally had Jason exactly where you wanted him to be- with his hand on a paper towel, laying on your bed, with pretty pink nail polish close by. You were sure Jason had only accepted so you'd stop pestering him, though, a win is a win– no matter how you got it.

"How long will it take?" Jason groans- this is the 7th time he's asked, and if your memory serves you right- possibly the 20th time he's groaned in the past 10 minutes you've been here.

"Longer then it'll take for Tim and Connor to admit they're totally into each other." You'd snort, picking out a baby pink color and shaking it a bit. You promptly opening it, taking his larger hand in yours and running a gentle stroke of the brush over one of his nails.

Jason just groaned- again, and rolled his eyes. "Yeah, we get it, they totally do buttstuff together but it's starting to get annoying." he huffs, exasperated as he leans on his free hand with a pout. "Its all anyone talks about" he points out, aggravated.

"Its funny!" You argued back simply.