Miguel was like a parent figure, always making sure you’re okay and being very protective over you. That’s why he didn’t want you to go to the club with your friends, but you were there anyway.

You got drunk, like really drunk. And your friends decided to call Miguel, from all people they could’ve called they chose Him.

You two sat in his car, he started the engine and started to drive towards your house. He sighed, "Maldita sea- I told you you shouldn’t go!" He angrily hissed.