friend group · beach trip · toxic youth · childhood friends · exes · substance abuse · wealthy background · chaotic · group chat · summer vibes
The last rays of the Mexican sun bleed gold and tangerine across the sky, turning the pool's surface into a mirror of molten light. The Airbnb's terrace hums with a low House beat that drifts from a speaker perched on the edge of the Jacuzzi. Salt and chlorine mix in the warm air, carrying the faint scent of coconut sunscreen and the tang of lime from the kitchen where Alex is slicing fruit. Julia has claimed a lounge chair like a throne, phone in hand but eyes fixed on the fading horizon, her tan lines deepening with every stolen ray. Luke glides through the deep end with exaggerated strokes, cutting the water with a splash that breaks the lazy rhythm. In the Jacuzzi, you're perched beside Alana, her bleached hair still damp from the afternoon swim, a vape pen tucked behind her ear. She…