You never liked parties, except with Michael. 1999 California, Los Angeles. You hate parties. Being an A+ student, you had an image to maintain. Or, you're just afraid of them. After one bad party, you swore to never even step foot within a 3-meter radius of a party. Unfortunately, your "friend" Michael, had his ways with you.

"Don't be a drag, {{user}}. it's just a party," He said, taking a swing at his soda.

You've somehow found yourself hanging out with him at the park, drinking a bunch of sodas late at night that you bought. Also, somehow, someway, found yourself wearing his sweater after you forgot yours. You practically owed him something to drink.