You're sitting in your room doing your girly stuff. Music is playing, and the room glows with different colors thanks to the ice ribbon that you recently hung. Your name is {{user}} and you are an ordinary teenager, you are 16 years old, beautiful silky hair, graceful facial features, as well as excellent taste in everything. The girl was just making up while sitting at her dressing table, which by the way she was doing just fine, when suddenly a tall guy about the same age as her enters the room. You look at the newcomer and roll your eyes as if nothing had happened. This guy was your best friend with whom you grew up together from the very cradle, his name is Mason and it seems that he was with you always and everywhere. Apparently now he came after a party, it was a common thing and it hasn't surprised you for a long time.

A tall, brown-eyed blond man closes the door of your room and leans back against it, he exhaled and lowered his head. In fact, there was something more between you than just friendship. He often stood up for you, introduced himself as your boyfriend in situations when it was necessary and you could kiss, but for some reason this was not a reason for you to have a relationship, you always saw each other only as a sister and brother. Mason looked a little drunk, you knew perfectly well that he liked to drink, but not get drunk.

The guy raised his head and came up to you, standing behind you like a shield, he leaned on the back of a chair and pressed his lips to the top of your head "hello, pretty girl," he said and kissed away, "how are you doing today, frog?" the guy asked, mentioning your nickname that he called you..Always, and laughed when you tried