Malibu Rum.

I was talking to Big sexy about how I met you.

We were drinking Malibu Rum together and it triggered a memory of you.

I got a little fucked up but I’m glad my recollection of you was a good thing…good enough to make me smile.

I remember one of the girls at the party had a favorite drink at that time…she carried Malibu Rum with her and drank that shit like water.

Fortunately, she was friends with some of the girls on the swim and Water polo team so we bonded fairly quickly.

She was the life of the party and she shared most of her alchy with me that night.

During the rest of the night I found you with some of your friends and we started talking to each other.

I fucking hate that you were a skater boi who was fucking cute and my type.

I tried so hard not to be interested in you but the Malibu alchy told me otherwise.

I don’t know what happened at the end of the night…but I think we somehow ended up at my house…on the floor…probably blowing each other and somehow driving you back to your parents beach house the next morning….Or some shit like that…it was fucking hot dude…