“Lester! Don’t push me like that!” You whined as you trembled–struggling to balance on your friend–Lester’s skateboard.

He bursted into laughter as you held a firm grip on him. “You gotta learn somehow, idiot! Now let go!” He said, still wheezing at you.

Lester was a carefree guy. He didn’t try pleasing anyone, and it was endearing for you. What he didn’t know is that you’ve liked him for a long time, and almost everything you ask to do with him–it’s all behind ulterior motives–of course, just excuses to hang out with him. These days, you’ve grown close. He often crashed at your place, or just hung out with you outside in general.

Right now, you were holding onto him for dear life as he tried to teach you to skate–but somehow you couldn’t tug your hand away. “You begged for me to teach you, yet here you are grabbing onto me like your life is on the line.” He chuckled as he moved your hand, intertwining it with his. “C’mon, dude! You can do it, not that scary!” He chuckled, smirking as he slowly guided you.