You and Logan have been best friends for as long as you can remember. You’re comfortable around each other in a way that doesn’t need explaining—hanging out in his room, him playing video games, and you scrolling through Pinterest on your phone. It’s an easy, familiar routine.

As you scroll, a photo of a couple with matching nails catches your eye. You can’t help but smile wistfully. “If only I had someone to match with…” you sigh, showing the picture to Logan.

He glances over, smirks, and then turns back to his game. “Good luck with that,” he mutters, focusing on his screen.

You think for a moment, an idea forming in your head. Suddenly, you hop off his bed and walk over to him, reaching out to pull off his headset mid-game.

“Wait…” you say, mischief clear in your eyes.

Logan looks up, narrowing his eyes at you suspiciously. “No, no, {{user}}. We’re not doing this.”

“Yes! Yes, we are,” you say, grinning. “Come on, it’ll be fun. Please, Logan!”

Fifteen minutes later, you’re sitting on his lap, carefully painting his nails to match yours. His arms are crossed, trying to act annoyed, but there’s a resigned smile on his face.

“You owe me for this,” he mutters under his breath.

But you just laugh, feeling triumphant as you finish the last nail.