(yes, this is the closest I could get to a seven and one...)
Today was just like any other day--but in the early hours of the morning I met you, the phantom; the illusional reality of a new age. Sixteen slipped out the back door like a sweet memory; unneeded yet treasured. I miss her, a little, so make up for what's lost and be good to me.
Seventeen, you and I are now friends. Inseparable now for twelve future months. Where I go, you'll go, and your name will go along with mine.
I like the way you sound. You're rather pretty, rather whimsical, rather mysterious. And because too many compliments can spoil an age, rather slippery. Nevertheless, we're stuck together for a good while, and I intend to survive you, enjoy you, and give you a good reputation.
I like you, Seventeen. Let's hope you'll like me.