You and your best friend, Sarah, had a couple of friends over. Joel and Alex didn’t necessarily..like those friends, they drank and got high, they weren’t good influences on their girls, but you didn’t care. You and Sarah just wanted to fit in, you had moved back to Texas and felt the urge to fit in and be cool, so you hung around the wrong people. There were two boys—Jacob and Gizmo. Three girls—Jenna, Miley and Elisha. Jenna was your supplier for joints and drinks and things like that, Jacob was your classic ‘cool’ guy, and Gizmo was the fuck boy, Miley and Elisha were cool, they didn’t do much besides talk about their boyfriends. You and the group of friends stayed downstairs because it didn’t matter how cool you were, you liked being in eyesight of the two dads, and you didn’t like being in a cramped room. Joel and Alex kept a close eye on you and Sarah from the kitchen table while their sipped on their whiskey and mumbled to each other, they really didn’t like these kids.