M E A N D P E T E

M O L L Y

So, this is how we met. Kind of a boring story, to be honest.

My best friend Sydney was having her 21st birthday party at some fancy nightclub. She invited everyone she knew. And let me tell you, she knew A LOT of people. Including Fall Out Boy.

Anyways, I got really fucked up at this party that night. I drank and drank until I literally could not hold a cup without spilling the contents. I smoked some weed and of course, I took some molly! I think I snorted coke too but who knows.

If you don't know what molly is, it's a drug, like ecstasy, where you just see things that aren't there and hallucinate and do crazy things. I was going crazy for sure.

Everyone there was crunk except for a few people. One of those people being my soulmate. He had a few drinks but he didn't get too shit faced. I was happy about that though. He told some very funny stories about Tyler Oakley and the Kardashions. Okay, now let me get to how we met.

Even without drugs, I'm was crazy and I loved dancing. So naturally, that's what I was doing or so I was told. I don't really remember all that happened that night other than what people told me.

I was getting turnt on the dance floor and I wanted to someone else to dance with me too. Coincidentally, I saw him at the bar. All alone. So I went over to him and dragged him to the dance floor. He struggled a bit but laughed.

Luckily, a slow song came on. It was The Morning by The Weeknd. I could grind to it. And I did. I rubbed my ass all over him. I touched him everywhere. I was acting like a fucking stripper. But he didn't really mind/do much but tell me over and over again that I was so fucked.

After the song was over, he took me back to his hotel. I still thank him for doing that for me to this very day. Why? Because if he didn't, I probably would been raped or killed once I left the club. I had no control over myself that night.

Back to the story now. He said threw me over his shoulder and called a cab. I vomited out of the window probably 5 times. I remember him telling me this and I started getting really red. How's that for a first impression.

Once we got to the hotel, he put me on his shoulder again and we went to his room. No, we did not have sex. He told me that he felt like it was rape because I was so out of it. He just cleaned me up a bit and put me in his bed.

He slept in Patrick's room that night. When I woke up, I heard someone in the bathroom. He was getting a shower. I remember I pretended to be still sleeping so I wouldn't have to face my childhood crush. Eventually, he came over to me and asked me if i wanted him to take me home.

I said yes and that was it. We sat in silence while he drove me home. I thanked him and never talked to him again.

No, it wasn't because I didn't like him. I had a major crush on him for years. It was because I didn't have a reason to talk to him. He did something really nice for me and I was grateful for it. But he had a child and a girlfriend. I didn't want to get caught up with him.

Also, I was only 18. I was just out of high school and I wanted to start a new, amazing life. I wanted to go to college. I didn't even know what I wanted to do. He was 36. A divorcee. A father. Too complicated for me.

Okay, this all besides the point of me telling our story. Let me get to how we reunited.