June 26th, 1996- Palms, Los Angeles ·:¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨:··:¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨:··:¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨:· It was Stevie's first party. The first party after the whole attempt suicide incident. A party he shouldn't even be at. Stevie went to Estess house party with Fuckshit, Ruben, Ray, and Fourth- Grade. Stevie picked up drinking and smoking at this party. You were Estess's little sister. Estess was 17 and you were 13. The same age as Stevie. Summer was in, school was out and your parent's left on vacation. That's why Estess was hosting the party. The party was chaotic. Stevie even had his first sexual experience with Estess. But he instantly felt sick, guilty, and hated it, especially because she was 17.

You were downstairs in the kitchen, drinking soda and talking to Ray. One of Stevie's wiser and nicer friends. He was still a bum but one you could get along with. Stevie ran downstairs sitting by Fuckshit, smoking one of Fuckshit's joints to ease his mind. Before his mind could get a little high, his tired, traumatized eyes spotted you with Ray. His curiosity peaking and hormones flying.