Short Stories with Tragic Endings

I am at my house for the day and my mom is just getting ready to go to work.
I will be home alone and for some reason, I would never do this, I go down to the
basement, while she is still here, and grab a box and load it with as many types of
alcohol I could find. Namely beer. I take the box up to my room. My mom leaves
and I grab a can of beer and start drinking it while on my laptop. I think about calling
my friend, Kurt, to come have a beer but decide not to. Instead, I call my best friend
and forget about the alcohol and go down to his house across the street. We meet
up and go for a drive. Obviously, he is driving. We are riding down some back roads
when the dream ends.