![]() We'd both traveled with family and enjoyed the peace and change of stressful pace. Trevor and I were both 19, both of us having taken a year off after high school to stretch our limbs from the post COVID trauma. ![]() Originally my girlfriend was supposed to come with us, but her parents weren't okay with the implications of a week-long party destination for their 19 year old in a country with an 18 year old drinking age. And now here we were in our freshman year of college and we ended up on the same spring break trip together. He was my first friend I ever got stoned with regularly with and we got each other drunk for the first time together growing up too. He had told me in our junior year of high school and I had been super proud of him for being so confident in who he was, but that had just never interested me, even though there had been numerous instances where he'd made half-moves on me that could've been shrugged off as whatever substances we were on. If my brain was asking me to make responsible decisions, he was the constant devil selling me on various forbidden fruits I'd yet to try. ![]() Trevor Matthews and Ryan Turrell, yearbook class clowns for life.Īnd he always had a way of making me party harder. His name was Trevor and we'd been inseparable since he'd moved to my cul-de-sac my 7th grade year. Why had I said yes when he gave me the big, chalky ecstasy pill? I knew that's where this night was probably going to go.
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