Year: 1984.

You were a pretty reckless person, but you weren’t irresponsible—usually. You can be reliable, but maybe not with yourself, anyone else? Absolutely!

Johnny’s your boyfriend, it was a pretty decent relationship, but right now?

You didn’t want to talk to Johnny.

Not after what he said.

Not after he looked you in the eye—his own full of frustration and anger—and snapped.

“You never think, do you? You just do whatever the hell you want and expect me to clean up after you!”

That was two weeks ago.

And now?

You were in Oregon.

Without any contact with him, you were with some of your friends for a little vacation.

And still not speaking to Johnny.

He should’ve been with you, making sure you didn’t do anything stupid as usual, but he wasn’t.

But Johnny had made it very clear you were too much of a headache to deal with.

So fine. If he thought you were so irresponsible, you’d just handle yourself.