It's around 10pm now and we're all now sitting in my room in our pyjamas, talking about nonsense. "I don't wanna go back to school, I wish we could just stay here forever," Lily thinks out loud, laying down on the mattress on the floor. She lays on her back looking at my star lights on the ceiling. We all murmur in agreement to Lily's thought. Jordyn lays down on her stomach on the same mattress next to Lily. Jack and Daniel are sitting on their double mattress with their backs against the wall, they're both on their phones, presumably texting each other. For some reason they both find it funny to text each other when they're in the same room sitting right next to each other. I don't understand it but I've learnt not to question some of the things they do.

I chuckle to myself thinking about some of the stupid things Daniel and Jack have done together, they are the physical definition of 'double trouble'. Corbyn sits down next to me on the bed, resting against the headboard. "What are you laughing to yourself about?" He whispers, smiling at me.

"Just thinking about some of the stupid things we've seen Daniel and Jack do together," I reply, looking at him, he turns to look at them laughing quietly and nodding.

"I swear, they are the definition of double trouble," Corbyn states, reading my mind and turning his head to look at me again. This time I look at Daniel and Jack and start laughing.

I look at my clock and it reads '00:55am'. Everyone has fallen asleep except Corbyn and I. I get out of bed and walk over to the small sofa in the corner of my room where Corbyn's sitting and hold out my hand to him. He looks at my hand then up at me confused. I chuckle and shake my head, "Just take my hand, trust me, I wanna show you something." Corbyn shrugs his shoulders and takes my hand. I drag him to the other side of my room, over to the balcony, I open the door and step out onto the balcony, feeling the cool night air on my face. My body breaks out in goosebumps as a gentle breeze blows past. I let go of Corbyn's hand and push myself up to stand on the railing to pull myself up onto the roof. My room is on the 3rd and top floor of the house. Considering there are no other rooms up here, it's like a small apartment, minus the kitchen.

"What the hell are you doing Sydney? Get down! You're going to hurt yourself!" Corbyn whisper-shouts at me with concern in his voice.

"Like I said, trust me! Come up here," I whisper, smiling hopefully at him. He rolls his eyes before proceeding to copy my actions, climbing up onto the railing then onto the roof. Despite his hesitance, I can see the slight smile he's trying to hide. We slowly and carefully make our way up the mildly angled, tiled roof, until we reach a small, flat concrete area at the top of the roof. There's a chimney at either end of the flat concrete surface which I had hung fairy lights between a while ago. I'm surprised they stayed up, I forgot I had also left blankets up here last time I came up.

"Woah," Corbyn whispers as he sits down on one of the blankets. I sit down next to him and look at the view. There are trees and hills for miles around, but in the distance you can see the lights of the town and, even though it's dark, you can also vaguely see the moonlit ocean. I love coming up here and I thought I'd share it with Corbyn because, for as long as I can remember, Corbyn and I have always been fascinated by the stars and space. I briefly get up to turn on the fairy lights; they are a little faint so it makes a beautiful setting. "How often do you come up here?" He asks as I sit back down next to him.

"Whenever I feel upset or I want to look at the stars..." I respond quietly looking out at the view. There's a long silence, it's not awkward though, it's a nice silence, both of us admiring the view and enjoying each other's company. "I was urrrm..." I start, being a little hesitant with what I'm about to say, "I was thinking that maybe, this could be our little special place, just us two?" I look down, for some reason feeling embarrassed by saying that. There's a short silence, broken by Corbyn's response.

"I'd love that," I look up at him to see him smiling at me. I smile back at him and look back at the view, resting my head on his shoulder. Corbyn puts his arm around my shoulder and we just sit there, looking at the view and enjoying the silence. I could stay here forever. "You're finally 13, welcome to teenage hood," Corbyn breaks the silence.

I laugh at his choice of words, "I know the thought of it is actually quite scary."

Corbyn chuckles, "You'll be fine, think about me, I'll be 15 in November!"

I take my head off his shoulder and look at those blue eyes that I love so much. I often find myself staring at his eyes, I don't mean to, there's just something about them that draws me to them. I smile seeing the wind blowing his now messy, blonde hair into his face and laugh at him struggling to get it out of his way.

We stay on the roof for a while talking about the future, what our 18th birthdays will be like, whether we'll go to university or not and what we want to be. Today has been the best way to start my teenage life, and it's how I plan to spend the rest of my life, with my best friends.