Memoir Monday- Friends.

Friends. They are there to support you. They are there to accompany you. They are there to help you. They are not perfect, but so aren't you. They are definitely a pivotal part of your life, especially if you are a teenager. They can provide you with affable profound advice as much as spontaneous jokes that lead to interminable laughs, imperative to feel alive.
We were sleeping at my house, after a party. Four of my friends and me. Somehow we managed to fit the five of us in my room with a bed and a air bed.
We were laughing, sharing stuff that had happened in the party, some one told of how she had a very fun time, the other one about how he liked that guy, and we all asked other one if he really liked that other guy, talking about everything that encompassed the five of us together. You could feel the feeling of closeness, of confidence in the group and I felt a feeling of delight. Happy to have the friends I had, sure about having them beside me when ever I needed someone to tell something, or even to do silly things, they would always be there, I'm sure.