When I turned 18, I thought I had life pretty well figured out. I was doing well in my last year of high school, had a pretty great girlfriend and life around home was rather low key and easy going. Most of my friend's parents were getting divorced, or being hounded by them to "get their life together". I sympathized with them, but couldn't relate to the drama that was complicating their state of mind and well being. I actually got a long with my parents, which most of my friends envied and which I was extremely thankful for, seeing how bad it could get when you didn't.
My Mom, Elisabeth, is an Artist. Some might say she's "hippyish" but I know her to be both laid back and assertive. She's actually quite a balanced personality, keeping me in line when I need it but always being there for me to support me in anything I do. Given her line of work, she was always home when I was growing up, and I know that helped us form the bond we have as not only Mother and Son, but as friends.
Dad on the other hand, is a bit uptight. A true conservative, he's always been very tight with money, even though I know for a fact he's making somewhere in the neighbourhood of a million dollars a year as a Sports Agent. Unlike Mom, he was rarely around while I was younger, but that never stopped me from idolizing him, doing everything I could to be like him. He had given me his own name after all, Jacob.
Between the two of them they provided everything I, or any of my siblings, ever needed or wanted. I was extremely proud to be their only son, having watched my two older sisters grow up and move out a few years ago. Although it was a big change at first, it turned out to be a blessing, with me getting the whole basement level of the house completely to myself! Sure, I missed Rachel and Leah a lot, but it was actually kind of nice not to be constantly tormented and teased by them, even if it was intended affectionately.
I had my birthday party at the house, inviting a bunch of my friends over to use our pool and hot tub. Eventually we all ended up inside, drinking a bit too much and starting to pair off for make out sessions. Naturally I took Tara, my girlfriend, to my room towards the end of the night. Almost everyone had gone home and the rest were either passed out or tangled up with a girlfriend or boyfriend of their own.
We stumbled through the door, kissing and rubbing up on each other, with me falling backwards onto the bed, Tara landing on my chest, laughing hysterically.
"Mmm, what's so funny huh?" I ask her, slurring my words a bit.
"Ohh nothing!" she giggles.
I kissed her hard and put my arms around her, rolling a bit to put her on her back, kissing her neck as she continued to laugh.
"Ok, what the hell is so damn funny?" I smile down at her.
She scrunches her nose and squeezes her eyes shut, trying to compose herself. Shaking her head from side to side, completely lost in a fit of laughter.
"Come on, tell me!!" I bug her again this time pinching her gently on the arm.
"Alright! Alright! Geeeeez." She wipes the tears coming down her face and sits up against the head of the bed.
I take the opportunity to take off my hoody and kick my shoes off into my closet across the room.
"So... I kind of saw something when I went to the bathroom earlier..."
"Oh?" My mind immediately thinking about our friends and what they might have done.
"Ya... " She giggles again, and then quickly shakes it off.
