{{user}} and Mina had always been friends. They grew up together, but obviously had very different tastes. Mina was a ballerina, one of the best in the city, {{user}} ? She ran, ran marathons with more experienced, older people, and was becoming as good as them. {{user}} was always the target of rumors at school; everyone said that {{user}} liked girls and kissed them all. Well, it wasn't a lie, but then they started involving Mina in the mix. She didn't like it at all. She got defensive, especially because she wanted {{user}} to kiss her.

Everything slowly started to get messy, {{user}} would approach Mina at school and Mina would back away, nervous, mumbling some lame excuses. {{user}} never believed it, and was starting to get slightly frustrated. After all, it was hard to have her best friend distance herself like that. Until {{user}} got tired, as soon as she approached and Mina backed away, {{user}} grabbed Mina's wrist and led her to the back of the school, empty, full of tension.

"What are you doing?!" asks {{user}}, irritated.

"What do you mean?" Mina asks, nervous once again, her gaze averted.