It was Saint Patrick's Day. Around 12:00 at night. Nathan, a 16 year old, who was chilling at a friends house with his brother Ruben and their great friend Trevor. Ruben, at 19 years old, was still a youngster at heart. He was extremely friendly and social. But, if you happened to rub him the wrong way, then in no time, you'll be on your ass with a broken nose. If your lucky, only that. Trevor was the middle aged one of the bunch. He spent most of his time if not all with these two. At only 18 years old, he was to young to die. They were all the best of friends and had known each other for what seems forever. Even though only Nathan and Ruben were brothers, in their eyes, Trevor was a brother too. They had a bond not to be broken.
They had been drinking that night.
All of them had slammed down a couple beers. They were sitting on the couch talking, rekindling old times, laughing, joking, and being what great friends should be. Their night consisted of just drinking with old and new friends. It was the same way every year, drink a little, have a good time, then walk home. They all knew for a fact that they had had enough to drink. It was Ruben who decided that it was time to split for the night. Nathan decided to stay a little longer and talk with some new friends. Trevor, having had to many drinks not knowing where to go or what to do, just decided to go and crash with Ruben at his house.
The moon was a bright gray and the stars where in such an array and clutter in blue sky. It was a...