I hope you have a good rest of the summer? What the hell did that even mean? Weren't we going to see each other, like, ever again? Weren't we even going to bump into each other accidentally because we were neighbours after all? He wasn't going to leave Miami, was he?

All sorts of miserable thoughts kept running through my mind as I sat on my couch and stared the TV screen, not paying any attention to the movie that was playing. Somehow I was really sad. I felt like I had lost a great friendship, I had lost Tony. But, on the other hand, I was now free to start looking for a boyfriend. But did I want to look for a boyfriend? The more I thought about it, the more I felt like I had just made an awful mistake.

I didn't want a boyfriend like Tony. I wanted Tony to be my boyfriend.

All of a sudden I was full of excitement and I rushed out of the house. I pretty much ran to Tony's front door and rang the doorbell a thousand times before somebody came to open. I felt slightly disappointed when I saw Vic and not Tony, and my face fell.

”Is Tony here?” I asked him.

”Uh... Isn't he at your place?” Vic asked and furrowed his eyebrows.

”No. He just left like thirty minutes ago,” I explained, ”Do you have any idea where he could be? I think I really need to see him now.”

”Well he took a bottle of whiskey with him when he left...”

”Yeah but where is he?” I mumbled, getting slightly frustrated.

”I have no idea, I'm sorry. Has something happened, are you alright?” Vic asked. His voice had started to sound worried and I quickly shook my head.

”Yeah, everything's alright. I just need to find him now. If he comes home, will you tell him I was looking for him?” I asked.

Vic nodded and I quickly started walking back to my place. But before I could get inside, I noticed Tony sitting on the ground right around the corner of his house. There was an empty bottle of whiskey next to him and he was talking on his phone. Well, actually, he was more like crying into the phone and my heart broke just a little as I looked at him. He looked so pathetic and vulnerable and... I just wanted to pick him up and squeeze him really tightly.

I stopped walking and just listened to his conversation with whoever it was that was on the other line.

”I just... I don't think I can take this anymore... I fucked up, didn't I? Kelsey is angry at me, Abigail is angry at me... What can I do, man? I'm flying home the first thing tomorrow, that's for sure. I'm tired of this place and this fucking drama.”

I watched as he threw his phone away in frustration and let out a dramatic sigh. He lifted his head up and our eyes met. He realized right away that I had been there for a while already.

”How drunk are you?” I asked and furrowed my eyebrows as I started walking closer.

I couldn't really see him that well in the surrounding darkness and I wasn't exactly sure if he was really drunk or not. But as I got closer, I could see that his eyes were half closed and he could barely look at me. He was, I realized, really drunk.

”Please take me away, Abby,” he murmured and tried to reach for me.

”Take you where? Away?”

”Take me anywhere and make me feel better,” he whined.

I furrowed my eyebrows even more, if it was even possible, and got down on my knees in front of him. Our faces were on the same level and I could only look at him.

”How did you get so drunk so fast?” I asked him quietly.

He waved his hand at me and closed his eyes, leaning the back of his head against the brick wall that was behind him.

”Please take care of me, Abigail,” he murmured but didn't open his eyes. Abigail? He never called me Abigail. Nobody ever called me Abigail, it was just Abby.

”Your words don't make any sense to me,” I mumbled, ”What do you want?”

”I want you to run away with me. I want you to take me away from here and never come back. I want you to love me until the end of our days and never leave my side. I want you, Abigail West, to become my girlfriend. I want to carry you into your bedroom and fuck you for 12 hours straight. I want all kinds of things,” he said.

”I'm going to leave right now if you don't sober up and explain yourself,” I told him.

”What's there to explain?” he exclaimed and opened his eyes, finally looking at me.

”What do you mean, you want me to run away with you?”

”I want to forget all this bullshit! I want to forget Kelsey! I want to forget San Diego! It's just you and me, baby, and Miami!” he shouted and I had to slam my hand over his mouth to shut him up.

But instead of shutting up, he got up on his feet and wrapped his arms around me. He lifted me up, throwing me over his shoulder. And then he started running towards his back yard and once we got there, a few seconds later, he jumped straight into the pool, dragging me down with me. I screamed as soon as I got my head above water but quickly shut up when I realized that Tony was laughing loudly. It took him seconds to find me in the water and once he did, he wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me against his warm body.

But what the hell was wrong with him? He was wasted, that I understood, but one second he was really depressed and miserable and the next he was laughing his ass off and jumping into the pool?

”Give me a kiss,” he murmured and tried to pull my face close to his.

”Tony, I think you should go to sleep – ”

”I think you should join me in my bedroom,” he whispered as his lips found my neck and he started leaving burning kisses on my bare skin.

I was about to agree when the back door opened and Vic appeared in the doorway.

”What the fuck is going on? Who screamed?” he exclaimed and furrowed his eyebrows.

”I did,” I told him, ”Tony needs to go to sleep.”

”Huh?”

”He drank the whole bottle of whiskey in less than half an hour and now he's acting crazy,” I explained.

And while I chatted with Vic, Tony just kept kissing my neck and trying to get my attention. Usually that wouldn't have been the case since Tony never showed any public affection, especially not in front of his friends. He was usually a very private guy but not tonight.

”Do you need help with him?” Vic asked. There was an amused look on his face as he looked at us in the pool.

”Yes. Please.”

Vic started walking closer to the pool and when he reached the edge, he knelt down.

”Come on, buddy, let's go,” he said as he grabbed Tony's arm under the water.

Much to my surprise, when Tony heard the sound of his friend's voice, he gave in and pulled his lips away from my neck. But as Vic was helping him up from the water, he grabbed my hand and pulled me up, too. Tony didn't leave as long as I didn't come with him.

”Just go with him. Look after him,” Vic whispered to me after patting my back.

I followed Tony into the house and all the way into his bedroom. I closed the door after us and when I turned around, Tony was laying over his bed on his stomach with his face down. He had all of his wet clothes and shoes on and I let out a dramatic sigh.

”Tony. Please get up and take off your wet clothes,” I said. No movement, no reply, nothing.

”Now or I won't stay here,” I tried again, sounding a lot more demanding now and all of a sudden he got up.

And once he did, I could see his wet cheeks that weren't wet because we had just been in the pool. They were wet because he had just been crying, and I immediately felt bad for being so demanding.

”What am I going to do with my life, Abigail?” he muttered and sniffled, trying to wipe his eyes. I stepped closer to him and placed my hands against his chest.

”I don't know about your life but taking your wet clothes off would be a good start. Then I suggest you get to bed and in the morning suffer from horrible hangover but maybe tomorrow night you'll feel a lot better already,” I whispered.

”But...”

”But what? You're like a woman when you're really drunk, did you know that? One second you're all happy and the next you're crying because your boyfriend is an ass and soon you're going to be throwing up,” I told him. He flashed a quick smile but then went back to being sad.

”I'm not like a woman,” he mumbled and sighed, ”I'm just... I don't know. Women make my life so much harder.”

”Have you thought about becoming gay?”

”Shut up, you little shit.”

”I'm joking, okay? Now get your clothes off, please,” I said.

I helped him to get rid of his jeans and once he was completely naked, I went to his closet and grabbed a fresh pair of boxers for him. I turned around and boom, his naked self was standing right in front of me, ready to pull me into a rough kiss. I dropped the boxers to the floor and wrapped my arms around his neck, hungry for his kisses. He pushed me roughly against the closet and my head hit the hard wall with a thump, but that didn't slow him down.

”I thought women made your life so much harder?” I whispered against his mouth with a grin. He groaned and nearly bit my lip before murmuring something.

”Shut up. If my dick isn't between your lips then there's no need for you to open your mouth, woman.”