There’s something about going out to the balcony during a party
An escapade from 50 shades of predictable
The air outside is always ridden with the elephant in the room
Somewhere distant from a calculus assessment you probably should have been studying for
Sitting on cold concrete slabs; words left unsaid until they spill like the coffee you bring to school every morning to stay awake
This is the vulnerability I live for; so temporary yet so tangible
The Kmart curls have long come undone; drinks spilt on Glassons dresses
But this is always how it is
Running as fast as clunky school shoes can take us; debating whether to j-walk
The dairy is calling, and we picked up, alas 45 minutes before our next exam
Scull the Monster whilst we quiz each other on facts that will be long gone tomorrow
Those Tetris and Cupcake 2048 regrets are really hitting us now
We’re talking about our energy drink tier lists but those boys over there seem to think you and I are dating
We’re the subject of so many conversations with people so irrelevant to us
You and I accepted this fate long ago though
Laugh it off and give me a piggyback ride to add fuel to the fire
Couldn’t have a crush on you after you bruised 10-year-old me’s pride in a swim race
We’ll always stick to our banter you and me; attack me over my taste in guys and I’ll ask you about your grades
But it’s not like they’d get it; no girl ever taught them how to play Fashion Famous in Year 5
Started off playing mermaids but now we play two inseparable girls
The chicken shop by the train station sees our triumphs and tragedies
10 pm, you’re crying on my bed but by 11 we’re laughing and reminiscing about the time your ex told you “No one’s ever seen this side of me before”
They weren’t wrong when they said that playground love never dies; it’s something that takes many forms
Maybe that’s why we’re playing Roblox together at 1 am because your boyfriend broke up with you
Teenage friendships are the balconies at parties and the post-exam energy drink runs to the dairy
They are the guys who you’ve forever friend-zoned, and the late-night discussions about the ones you haven’t
In the chaos of adolescence, they are ours to keep