(WJP you'll get this... also this is for more feminine people but like anyone can read anyways Lmao
Also like sorry that this isn't well written, I'm writing it on my phone and genuinely I don't know how to think. So yeah you're getting this crap)
You stared at your phone. Your friend, Laura, was making her own business with fake nails. She didn't like doing her own though, and was asking if you could come over to try on some.
You weren't doing anything, and probably wouldn't be doing anything for the rest of the day, so why not? She was willing to do it for free, that was always a plus with her. Sure, you would definitely be paying her but at least you wouldn't be spending too much.
But right now, you really just wanted to be around your boyfriend. Maybe you just wanted to be in his proximity. Or something like that.
"Hey, baby?" You asked.
"Yeah?" Your boyfriend, Jan, responded from the other room.
"Can you come with me? Laura wants to do my nails and I don't want to go alone," you told him.
"First of all, you wouldn't be alone if you had Laura there, and second of all, why?" He came into the room.
You rolled your eyes at his smart remark. "I just want to be around you..." you whined.
He sighed in response. "Fine, I'll come with you."
You smiled and hugged him. "Yay!" You were a genuine child around him, but it was endearing sometimes. "Now come on, we gotta go."
You grabbed two of his fingers and dragged him to the car. (Daddy issues)
"Do you want to drive?"
"Is that even a question? Znasz mnie w ogóle??" (Should translate to: do you even know me??)
You gave him the keys, before getting in the passengers seat. He always preferred driving to being in the passengers seat, it was one of his favorite things to do. You, on the other hand, didn't like driving at all. You were the passenger princess, and that was how it went.
You got to Laura's house quickly, and ended up being there ten minutes early. Thank God you knew her personally, or you would have felt awkward. You got inside and she hugged you, squealing as she told you all about the business and such. Her eyes widened when she saw Jan. "Is this the boy!?"
You nodded. And she was all over him, almost like a mom examining her son in law. After a while of that, she invited you both inside and sat you down in her... area, I guess, and got Jan to sit in the corner. He genuinely didn't care, and ended up being on his phone the whole time.
The nails she did for you were (your favorite color) and a kind of tree decoration. They She made them specifically for you, and they were so cute.
You spilled so much information with her, even Jan was intrigued by all that you said to her. You kept making a joke about free therapy, which is exactly what it was. Your boyfriend was thankful for this time, as he was never able to get anything done around you.
She finished your nails, and even though you were technically done you stayed to speak to her even more. An hour after you were done, you handed her a small sum of what you should've given her despite her arguments. She eventually gave in and you drove back.
You couldn't help but notice Jan glancing at your nails every now and then. You smirked to yourself. "If you're worried about your back, at least it'll be easier to notice if you're doing something right." (I'm sorry I had to add a sex joke)
He rolled his eyes. "That wasn't what I was thinking. I was actually thinking about how the hell you would be able to function with nails that long."
"Trust me, a lot of people have longer nails then me."
"I trust that you think that," he said. You rolled your eyes and then got home. You got inside and stared at his nails. "No."
"What? I didn't even say anything," you told him.
"But I know that look and I know you're about to take advantage of the fact that I can't say no to you."
"Oh come on, it would be fun. We could paint your nails and just normally paint them so they would go away soon! It would look so cute. They could match mine!"
"Och, pieprzyć mnie," (should translate to: oh fuck me) He sighed. "Fine."
You smiled, before going to grab (your favorite color) nail polish. He had gotten a paper towel, and he set his hands on them. He was pretending to not like it, but you saw right through that.
You unscrewed the lid, and worked on the first hand. The color worked well, well enough for you to only need one layer which you were thankful for. So was Jan, he would not have been able to sit still long enough for that.
You finished the other, telling him to leave his hands there for ten minutes. You put the stuff away before coming back. You couldn't help but admire your work, even if it was a little messy it looked good.
"You're going to be the death of me," he told you.
You kissed his cheek. "I know."
