As most of you know, Paul and I have been together as best friends for years, since we were 12 years old. Well I was 12 years old, he was an old 13 and talked about S _ _ things a lot, it was embarrassing, and he would look at girls and guys he thought were cute and I would just turn red. But thinking about our past I remember the first time I gave him a mirror so he could comb his hair.
Understand, I cared about Paully no matter what he looked like. I mean after all he was MY best friend even though others claimed him through the years. I appreciate and love him just because through all his grumpiness he stayed with me. But here is a video of that mirror and the first time he saw himself in it… totally scarey.