It was two weeks after school had ended, i was a rising senior in high school. I lived an hour away from Ocean city maryland, so summer was close all the time. I played football and golf for my high school, and had a 3.6 gpa, so college wasn’t going to be an issue. I was not much of a party guy in school, but was ready to especially now that i had a license. I was 6’2”, 180. Not especially muscular. Brown hair, blue eyes. Irish catholic family. I was so happy i was nearly out of home. Anyways, tonight i planned to chill with my bro Alex. He lived a town away, and we went to the same school. We were best friends since Frosh year and he had so many girls, it wasn’t even funny. He bragged about it all the time. We headed down to my beach house for the weekend since my parents didn’t think i would do shit because i never had done shit, and we were half way down before we started calling bros for a party. He got one, so I was instantly scared. Had to start somewhere though.

Alex pulled out his wintergreen cope and was packing it, when my parents called. “Seb, will you leave a key for the Greggs when you get there? I want to have them check up on you.”

“Sure.”
“Thanks.”
“Yep. Do we have any food money there?”
“Second drawer down next to the fridge.”
“Sweet. Thanks ma.”
“Yep.”

I threw the phone in the cup holder and grabbed the tin, pinched, and kept driving. I had a 08 camry. Black. It was a solid car for a new driver, i must say. Plenty of room in the back seat, if you catch my drift. I used the big gatorade bottle for it had a wide mouth. No dip stains possible.

I pulled up, got my bag, threw it on the stoop, and grabbed a key underneath the mat, and walked over to the Greggs, and the place was empty. No car. I was delighted, for no one could check up on me. I texted ma that i had seen them and handed over a key. No check in neccessary. Alex and I walked in, and enjoyed the aplentied fridge my father had stocked the week before doing his pre-summer prep for the beach.

It wasn’t a huge place. Two floors, and the only way to get upstairs was going out the front door. I loved the place. Three rooms, two baths. The kitchen was awesome. Huge fridge.

Alex puts on the TV, and nothing is on. We have a party to attend, so I’m freakin shit not staying still. I spray on some axe and put on a polo. Not chilling. “Bro, come on.”
“Sorry. New to the party scene.”
“Yeah I can tell. Better not be scared tonight.