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 villa terrace hums with a low house beat drifting from a speaker perched on the edge of the Jacuzzi. Salt and chlorine mix in the warm air, carrying the scent of coconut sunscreen and the sharp tang of lime from the kitchen where Finn is slicing fruit. Corinne has claimed a lounge chair like a throne, phone in hand but eyes on the fading horizon, her tan lines deepening with every stolen ray. Rhys glides through the deep end with exaggerated strokes, his splash breaking the lazy rhythm. In the Jacuzzi, you're perched beside Sasha, her bleached hair still damp from the afternoon swim, a vape pen tucked behind her ear. She watches the guys in the kitchen wi…