Michael Caffrey was asleep, not that that was anything unusual for a 13 year old boy at 11:30 at night. Well at least he was asleep untill the sound of stones hitting his window awoke him from his slumber.

Michael groggily walked over to the window, pulled it open and looked down. Even from two storeys up he could recognise that face.

"Well are you gunna come down or not man?" Billy Elliot shouted from the ground.

Grinning widely, Michael climbed akwardly down the tree next to the window and landed ungracefully on the looked up at Billy.

"Thanks for that, you know i was really lookin' forward to climbing down a tree at this un-fuckin'- godly hour."

"Not pleased to see me then eh?" Asked Billy

Michael stood up and threw his arms around his best friends neck.

"Oh, you know i am dancing boy, but what I wanna know is why the fuck you are outside my house at 20 to midnight and why I didn't know you were coming home."

"It was s'posed to be a surprise, and as for the time, the late buses are cheaper and I was desparate to see my poof of a best friend."

"Look who you are calling poof, ballet boy!"

"Well you are, ain't ya!"

Michael jumped forward to push Billy to the ground and they both ended up sprawled on the damp grass. Michael rolled sideways and lay next to Billy.

"I missed this, just messing around, I love all the dancin' don't get me wrong but I miss this place, I miss everyone, especially you, ya great big poof."

"I missed you to, I've been stuck here with Debbie bloody Wilkinson following me round like a fuckin' lost puppy, asking me when you're comin' back every 5 seconds."

"She once asked me if I wanted to see her fanny, you know."

"What did you say?"

"No of course, I don't like her like that."

"But she likes you like that, and its getting bloody well irritating, she keeps following me home, I havent been able to dress up for weeks, like."

"You know, man, I tried to sneak you out a tutu but one of the older ones caught me and asked if it was for me and if it was could he see me in it! But don't worry, I told him that only my best mate's allowed to see me in a skirt."

"To right I am."

"so anyway, you gunna invite us inside then, it's freezin' out here, and I can't dance with no toes."

"Are you takin' the piss or what Billy?"

"What, man?"

"Remember what happened last time you said that. And it ain't even cold."

"You know I didn't mean that and i didn't mind anyway. And it is cold once you've been down south, it's so warm in london."

"Lucky for some, ain't your dad gunna be wonderin' where you are?"

"Naah, I told him I was staying at yours tonight."

"And he didn't mind."

"No way man, it was his bloody idea, said you'd been crying like a fuckin' bairn since I'd left."

"No I haven't!.. well maybe a little bit, it made my mascara run."

"You haven't changed then, you bloody poof, so are you gunna invite us in?"

"Yeah sure, go on up the tree then, should be easy enough for you, with all your poncin' about."

"Fuck off Michael." Billy said, climbing quickly up the tree and through the window before laughing at Michael struggling to get up.

Finally, they were both in Michaels room and sitting on his bed.

"ahh, that's much better now thanks."

"So, hows the ballet going?"

"Alright, its hard but I like it, Oh Michael, you should see some of the stuff they make me wear, it would make even you cringe, i've gotta wear leggings! Fuckin' leggings! And some of the other guys stuff paper down 'em so I took so outta place. You know I think I'd rather wear the flippin' tutu, man!"

"No I think I'd rather you wore the leggings, man, like you said, im the only one who can see you in a skirt."

"true enough but still they're like skin tight and i can see all the others looking at me because im the youngest."

"Bloody perverts."

"So michael, hows things round here then?"

"Same as usual, everyone misses you though."

"Yeah right, everyone hated me 'cause im the poof who dances."

"Okay, mebbie not everyone, but i do, and yer dad and nan and Tony, when he gets drunk he always goes round shoutin' how he misses his little brother and how he wishes you were still here."

"So maybe he does actually like me. So hows school without us?"

"Bloody boring, I can tell you that, and everyone picks on me even worse now, 'cause you ain't there to protect me and me dad can't do nowt 'cause he's always pissed as assholes."

"Stand up to them mike, like you say, it's all about expressing yourself!"

"I have a feelin' that they wouldn't like the way I express myself."

"They might decide it's brilliant, and that they all want to dress up in womens clothin'"

"Or they might pick on me even worse."

"Probably

Both boys went silent.'That was the good thing about Billy' michael thought, They could just sit in silence with no minutes passed before Billy said:

"We should probably go to sleep now."

"Yeah, right, You can have the bed, i'll sleep on the floor."

"No you bloody well won't."

"Well, I cant have you sleeping on the floor, dancing boy."

"I weren't gunna, yer beds big enough, we can share."

"What, did somone kick you in that big head of yours? You wanna share a bed with me even though I'm a poof?"

"yeah, whats it matter? I had to dance with boys who've stuffed their trousers with paper, so whats it matter if i sleep in the same bed as you, yer me best mate."

"Thanks, Billy."

They both climbed into Michaels bed and lay facing eachother.

"I missed ya, you know that, right?" Said Billy

"'Course I do, I missed ya too."

"Alright then, go to sleep the ya poof.!" Michael slapped the back of Billy's head playfully.

Billy responded by kissing Michael on the cheek.

"Goodnight Billy." Michael choked out.

"Goodnight Michael."

Both of them settled down to sleep.