There was something about being with my family, only Mike (former step-father) was part of our family again, and we were all out at some dock with 2 jet skis. We were all planning on going somewhere, but I can't remember where (the 5 or 6 of us were going to cram onto the 2 jet skis).
The thing was that Matthew (brother) was going to drive one of the jet skis, and someone else was going to drive the other. I wasn't really wanting to go because if I did, I was going to have to ride on the same one as Mike, and I was going to be on the back, meaning that I was going to have to hold on to him. I didn't even want to touch him.
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