I was at my family and friends party that comes once a year. I can always choose one friend to bring along. This year I chose Matt P. We headed towards the cabin on the lake. Everyone was already there waiting for us. They cheered when we got out of the car.
We partied all day, and all night.
The next morning we were still up and about. There was cake and brownies. Chips and salsa, and so much more. After awhile of partying Matt P. decided to lick me in the head. I stood there stunned with a smile on my face. He ran and I chased him, kicking him in the head and in the stomach. We were laughing the entire time. But my family wasn't. They were staring at Matt with shocked looks on their faces.
Once the party was over we headed home. We dropped Matt off on the way home as well. When we arrived home my mom pulled me over to the side of our driveway to talk.
"What?!"
"Your grandpa Flemming saw what Matt P. did to you."
"We were only playing."
"Well he didn't see it that way. And he said that if Matt goes next year he's not going. What do you choose? Matt, or your grandpa?"
"Matt."
"Ok, I'll let grandpa know."
Then I woke up.