the ones who skive school to go shop&make paper swords with you&get chinese at 11pm&make crude websites about flids&make you feel great when you arrive late&let you ask them if they're wearing clean socks&throw the best parties even if there are only five people there&try and walk with you to east bridgeford then get bored make our way back and start to get freaked out by thinking of the guy from jeepers creepersLOL&ring up sainsburys just to tell them well done on the milk chocolate&laugh about silly things&remember you after 2 years of nothing and still have all the time in the world for you even if you were a complete bitch last time you left&lay with you when your fully pissed off and can somehow calm you down&have glow-stick spazzes in a tent with you&move their whole life just because of you&write you letters&realise when they get back that we were in the same room in the same building and could have seen each other&want to own a small corner shop when we are older selling cheap spirits and strange meats&the ones who just listen and stay.
them little fuckers!
♥ i love you all very much ♥