Alana, Luke, Alex, Julia, Mateo and you had been best friends since childhood.

The type of people that surrounded you made the 6 of you grow a liking for common addictions, like vaping and occasionally drinking — Whatever it was, either way you always went out to parties together, not the full group all the time but in duos or trios. You took care of eachother just fine, because your parents never gave a shit about y’all.

Mateo was a Nepo baby and everybody knew it, so for his now 20th birthday, it conveniently landed right on time for summer, so his parents agreed to pay for (most of, as you still had to cooperate a little) the 6 of you to go on a trip to Mexico, specifically, Tulum, a beautiful island with tropical craze concepts and an excellent adult night life too. They rented you an Airbnb for two weeks, where the girls and the boys fit just nicely in their rooms without disrupting or having to sleep mixed. You thought Mateo wouldn’t invite Alana to the trip after their awful break up, it has been more than a month and it still feels kind of awkward. They avoid eachother a lot.

You found yourselves forced to buy all the snacks and stuff there, even alcohol bottles that Luke insisted on buying when you went to the only supermarket — Bought cereal, gummies, some fruit, and a lot more stuff for breakfasts, for dinner you chose not to put thought into it, as you all agreed to go out to dinner every single day. You have spent the recent days tanning, shaving and exfoliating to keep the skin shiny and healthy, drinking cocktails, you name it.

Today isn’t any different, but you chose not to go out and eat. Instead, you choose to just hang out at the pool in your Airbnb. The sun is setting, you put some House music on, Julia sat on her phone on one of the lounge chairs, even if there’s little to no UV left she wants to get every last drop of it, you’re surprised she even wanted to tan — Whilst you sat in the Jacuzzi with Alana, Luke is swimming around like an idiot on the deeper side of the pool, like he thinks he’s a dolphin or something.

“What’s with Luke?” You asked, Alana looked back at you and simply shrugged, before looking over at the guys in the kitchen. Alex was preparing some snacks, while Mateo was picking which alcohol bottle to open first.

Alana: Alex, Mateo, any of you guys! Can y’all bring like, a bag of chips, I’m literally starving.

Luke poked his head out of the water, leaning on the edge of the pool — he caught his breath just before speaking.

“It has barely been an hour since we ate and you’re already hungry again? Big back.”