Nick parked his beloved '65 Ford Thunderbird outside the Shit Motel, the real name currently escaped him, and stepped out of the car. He stretched his arms above his head and grabbed the room key from his pocket. He smiled and grabbed his overnight bag through the open roof and made his way to his room. Number 17.

He unlocked the door and walked inside. He set the bag down on the end of the bed and sat down on the lounge. The weather was hot, as it always seemed to be in the South. He turned on the air conditioner and put it on as low as it would go. Soon enough cool air filled the out-dated looking room. He grabbed the TV guide and flipped through it, not seeing anything much of interest.

He got up slowly, still tired from driving, and walked over to the mini bar, not seeing anything he wanted there either. He opened the fridge, finding some beers and grabbed one. He sat back down, feeling relaxed. He took his shirt off, enjoying the cool.

He was too relaxed.

He didn't want to bother getting up at all.

After about five minutes of stopping himself from falling asleep, he heard a loud, slightly obnoxious "Whoop!" from outside.

He frowned.

Then he heard the noise again. "Aww yeah!"

He got up, feeling pissed off. So much for quiet. He walked to the door, beer still in hand, and opened the door.

He couldn't believe his eyes.

No, he didn't want to believe his eyes.

What the fuck was happening?

Two boys, about the age of ten, where jumping in his car through the open roof.

"Hey!" Nick yelled, irritated. Extremely irritated. "Get the fuck out of my car!" he yelled.

The kids looked at him, faces turning pale quick, and they started climbing out of his car.

The hotel manager must have heard his choice of words, cause he rushed out of the office. "What's going on?" he asked.

"These kids are climbing in my car."

"That ain't no language to be talking to kids in."

"Didn't faze me growing up" Nick said, rolling his eyes.

The manager walked over to the kids. "These cars are patrons at the hotel, you can't jus' go climbin' in 'em. You better apologize to this here man."

The shorter, stockier of the two with sandy blonde hair walked up. "Sorry Sir. I didn't mean to be rude none. I jus' really likes your car."

His taller, slimmer friend with auburn hair nodded. "Dave dared us to do it. An' I ain't never backin' down from a dare."

"Typical rednecks" groaned Nick. "You climb in my car again and I will call the police" he warned.

He turned to walk back to his room when he heard the taller one say, "That man was hairy, 'ey El?"

"Sure was Keith."

Nick frowned.

Shitty ten year olds. This was the reason he would NEVER have kids.