I want to find Daniel and dance at him.
"I've got Charlie, I've got Charlie, I've got Charlie~"
It'd be pointless. But I'd have fun.
and Dan would be the only other person to understand the monumental importance of it.
I found a folder with a load of photos of me from reception class.
And next to me in pretty much every one?
Aha, a certain curly haired boyyyy.
Mineminemine.