The one that you talked about from your very first day of school.
The one that you have made plans to live beside (in AZ … with a connecting gate).
The one who has the ability to crush your day when he decides to play with Colin instead.
The one who taught you how to make fart sounds (least favorite, Claire. LEAST favorite).
The one who has a “skinny head.”
The one that makes you giggle non-stop.
And smile. He makes you smile.
The one who mixed your beloved slime colors into one big mass … and you didn’t care at all.
The one who lives close by. A summertime buddy, too.
The one who wanted to play with your brother’s trucks (which you still have in your bedroom just in case he comes back soon and wants to play with them again).
Your first best friend.