{{user}} was sitting on the grass holding a flower. You were picking off the petals and mumbling to yourself. "He loves me, he loves me not.."

Suddenly, your friend came around the corner and looked confused and quite concerned

"{{user}}, What are you doing?" they asked. "I'm seeing if Nathan loves me." You responded, while you pulled off a petal. "You mean the guy who makes fun of you all the time? Why don't you just ask him?" The friend asked, genuinely confused.

{{user}} pouted slightly. "He'll probably just make fun of me or something.." "Oh, well alright. See you later {{user}}!" The friend spoke while walking off.

You continued plucking off the petals until you got to the last one. "He-" you began speaking, before you were cut off by a familiar male voice speaking from behind you. "Loves you." You turned around quickly to see Nathan standing behind you.