Love or Lust?

Chapter One:

How can you tell when you're in love?

Do you get butterflies?

Do you become speechless when they're around you?

Are they always on your mind?

Maybe.

But for this one teenager, love was the rush he got from pulling the trigger.

The smell of the forest in November.

The sight of the tracks on the ground.

Hunting was the closest thing to love he knew.

He was born and raised in the bed of a Ford pick-up truck.

He was born and raised in hunting competitions with his best friend.

For his 8th birthday, he got his first shotgun.

It was a Red Label 28 Gauge with a custom sight.

Light but accurate.

His grandfather had got him into hunting.

He was born in Crown King, Arizona.

His entire family lived in either Flagstaff or Crown King.

His father owned a cabin there ever since he was little.

His father and his best friend moved to Crown King with their girlfriends right after graduating high school.

They both planned on proposing while hunting with them.

They did just that and they both said yes.

A few months after their joint wedding, my best friend Ashley and I were born.

From the second we could see we were always together.

We're fifteen now.

We will be 16 in two days.

We've always shared a birthday together.

Not by force either, but by choice.

For our sweet sixteen we were going to go get our friend Codie who was 18 and had a license and drive up to California.

Codie wanted to see his boyfriend and Ashley and I have never gotten to spend a day alone together.

So we packed our things for a week and we grabbed Codie and started our journey.