I was with my friend at his girlfriend's (we'll call her Janel) house for one evening in high school, 18 at the time. It was just us three and a friend of Janel's, so sorta like a double date. Janel's parents were out of town, so naturally we decided that was the place to drink/smoke for the night. There were only three cars there total, two of them in the driveway, so it didn't look like any crazy party was going on (because there really wasn't any crazy party going on). We went about our night without the slightest thought of being caught in our minds.

After we baked out the sunroom with a couple blunts, for some strange reason, I decided to put eyedrops in (I usually never put eyedrops in). After that, the four of us sit down at the kitchen table and started doing some shots. Janel then gets up to go let her dog out, and sees three cops walking up to the front door. Upon her yelling, "oh shit, the cops are here," I immediately grab my weed & scale and hide it in the pantry under some cans of soup. The cops walk in to the house, despite Janel telling them they can't. They firmly explain that they have permission from the homeowner to do so: turns out Janel's mom placed the house on "vacation watch" as a precaution after one of our classmates decided to break into the house and throw a huge party last time they were on vacation. This basically meant they could enter the house if they suspected there was anything going on, and I guess two cars in the driveway was enough to suspect something.

Having just smoked a few blunts, I'm absolutely lit, heart racing, fear written all over my face. We're taken outside, where we see six more cops and EIGHT cop cars parked in the street: a bit of an overreaction for four high-schoolers suspected of drinking. One cop immediately comes up to me and shines his flashlight right in my face from about one foot away. At that moment I thought I was fucked because of my eyes being red, but then realized I had put eyedrops in. Another cop asks us if we've been drinking, and everyone admits to it but me. The cop then says to me "well, since you're denying that you drank, can we take a look in your trunk?" I thought to myself 'there's nothing in my car to hide, so sure.' I agree to it, and as the cop opens my trunk I realized I had left six natty lights in there for a little over two months (dumb high-school me). The cop finds them, and of course then suspects me of lying and participating in drinking. He looked me dead in the eye and said "well I hope you don't blow anything when the breathlyzer gets here, or you'll be coming with us." Fuck. I had just taken two shots, although not much, I knew I was bound to blow something.

Miraculously, I somehow blew .000 while everyone else had blown numbers of some sort. I couldn't believe it. The officers, seemingly displeased, said I was free to go. I got out of there as fast as I could, leaving my weed & scale behind (which my friend and I ended up going bacl for that same night). Luckily, the officers didn't open the sunroom door, or they would have smelled the blunt aftermath and most likely searched the house. The other three ended up being allowed have someone come get them and take them home, which wasn't bad at all. However, they also admitted to drinking before being caught, while I lied about it. Had I gotten caught in the lie, I was for sure getting an underage.