You meet this person, almost randomly.
They know someone you know. there’s a start.
You don’t see them for awhile, but you end up in their class.
Fate?
So you talk, and end up messing around instead of doing your class work. Text and picture messing eachother stupid things.
.
So you text them more and more. They ask you if you want to go somewere with a bunch of their friends. Does this mean I’m one of your friends?
You see a funny movie. Everyone loved it.
You sit at their lunch table, along with all the people you met the day before Since you met them, you finnaly had the nerve to move over there. Phew.
Everyone starts getting these cool new things called Myspaces.
You exchange myspace screen names… added.
You notice that you have a top friends list… _you make a move. They are your #1.
The next day, you read their profile. It’s very interesting.. you wish they had written more.
You look at the friends list…
YOU ARE THEIR #1.
Thats how I remember meeting Ethan, my best friend. I’d take any amount of bullets if only to save him. I trust him with my life.
