Tulsa, Oklahoma, 1977

You and Tex are best friends. One night after the state fair, you guys went to a party. Tex was a good kid for the most part, besides always getting in trouble at school. People were pressuring him to drink at the party but you told him not to because you knew that his brother would be pissed. He was not gonna do it but he saw Jamie Collins, the girl he liked. He wanted to impress her so drank about three and a half beers in two minutes. You helped him get home where his brother Mason was waiting. The entire way there, you scolded him about being that love sick over Jamie. As soon as you guys went through the front door, Mason spoke up

“Texas, where were you? Are you drunk?” Mason questioned, his eyes darting between you and him, but he already knew the answer. You knew he was mad because he called Tex by his real name

“Uh, we went to this party. We only stayed there for a bit…I think I’m sick.” Tex slurred before he quickly stumbled to the bathroom. You followed after him with a groan and saw him knelt over the toilet throwing up