I was at a pizza place with my friends for one of this birthday celebrations. We were far from home, and the parent's friends were lenient--by lenient I mean they allowed young teenagers to drink alcohol, if just fruity less alcohol drinks--and so I felt no fear in what my friends were doing. Of course, I was scared for them, the entire weekend they had been smoking weed and nicotine and I hated the smell of both. The mix of the watermelon flavor they kept blowing into the air and the smell of weed that never seemed to leave floated throughout the room, making me nauseous. But that was earlier, here right now in the pizza place they had just left for a quick smoke of weed on my friend's mother's dap pen. I was awkward, alone with the two parents, and so a conversation started. I'd never tried alcohol except from sips, and I had no intention on getting high. Smoking was just not an option and I told his mom that exactly. So she offered me an edible, a small one only half. In that moment, my only real thoughts were about how I had cheated for the first time the day before, and how with morals seeming to break left and right I might as well try. I didn't end up getting high, and my friends didn't even shrug when I told them.