AN: Um Hi! This is my first Grown Up fanfiction ever. I've wanted to write one of these for a while and recently saw Grown Ups 2. So I thought 'What the heck'. I would love to hear what you all think of this so far. But please go easy on me. Thanks!

My mother told me stories of when she and my Uncle Marcus were younger. She told me them all the time when I couldn't fall asleep. I would always look forward to hearing about the times they both got into trouble during their teen years with the four other hooligans they hung out with: Lenny Feder, Eric Lamonsoff, Kurt McKenzie and Rob Hillard. My favorite story mom told me was of the 1978 Basketball Championship led by the one and only Coach Buzzer.

"Of course we won," Mom would brag as she remembered watching the game like it was yesterday "After the game, the team and their family members celebrated at the old lake house. It was one of the best nights of my life as a kid. One I'll never forget."

My mother's name is Melody Higgins but changed her last name when she married my dad, Nick Davis. Then I was born a couple years later.

My name is Kaylee Davis and I'm from New England: born and raised.

I was sitting out on the patio with my mom when my dad walked outside with the telephone in his hand "Hun, it's your brother."

"Hey Marcus," my mother greeted "What? Oh, that's terrible! When is the funeral? Okay, yeah, I'll see you there. Love you too. Bye."

"What happened?"

"Coach Buzzer's funeral is this Friday." Dad kissed her temple before smiling sadly at me and walking back inside.

It didn't take us that long for us to arrive at the church. As we pulled up mom was greeted by the McKenzie Family.

"Mel? Is that you?" Kurt yelled and my mother smiled.

"Nice to see you too Kurt," Mom turned to his wife "Dianne! Look at you! You're glowing!"

"Thanks," she said "these are our children Charlotte and Andre."

"Nice to meet you guys. This is my daughter Kaylee."

I waved "Hello. It's nice to meet you."

I was glad that there was someone at least my age that I could hang around. Andre looked to my age "I love your shoes," Charlotte complimented and I smiled.

"Thanks," I said "You're dress is really cute."

Mom then introduced us to the Feder family who my mom hadn't seen since Mr. Feder's wedding. From what I could tell the Feder family consisted of Lenny himself, his wife Roxanne and their three children Greg, Keithie and Becky Feder.

While introductions were exchanged, Greg, I think his name is, his phone started going off. Charlotte and I exchanged amused grins as we watched Mr. Feder scold him on the ringtone.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, didn't I tell you to turn the phone off Greg?" Mr. Feder asked.

"Yeah but it's my massage therapist," he replied.

Massage therapist? No one our age has a massage therapist.

"What? No, no cell phones."

"Wait, no cell phones? Then I'm out of here."

"Uncle Marcus!" I hugged my favorite uncle.

"Hey Kay," he saw my mom and hugged her "Hey Mel,"

"Hey Marcus,"

"Who's ready to get their funeral on?" Uncle Marcus asked "I'm sorry, death makes me weird."

I watched my Uncle and his best friend's greet each other when someone tapped me on the shoulder "The name's Greg Feder."

"Hi," I said "I'm Kaylee Davis."

"So how do you know this guy," he said referring to the church behind us.

"Oh my mom and my uncle knew him very well when they were younger," I told him before we walked into the church to get a seat.

It's times like these when I wish I would have brought my music with me. The service went longer than I thought it would as so many people came to pay their respects to the Coach…there was even people out the door of the church. After the service, I sat down with Charlotte and Andre and we talked while eating what was on our plates "So are you coming up to the lake house with us?" Andre asked.

"I think so," I said.

"It would be awesome if you were coming," he replied and I smiled at him.

Soon Greg and his brother sat down at our table "So how boring was that service, huh?" he laughed "Talk about boring."

We soon arrived at the lake house and my mother beamed "It's been so long since I've been here." She said and turned to Mr. Feder "Thanks for this Lenny,"

As we walked up to the porch, the light zapper was on and Becky asked "Daddy what is that machine doing?"

"Uh, it's getting rid of the moth's honey."

"Where is it taking them?"

"Hell," my uncle replied.

"Don't say that Higgins," Lenny told him and my mom and I smirked at each other.

"I'm sorry, not hell, Mexico."

I rolled my eyes. Uncle Marcus was always such a smart ass.

"It's giving them electricity so the moths fall asleep, uh, electrically" Mr. Feder lied.

"It's electrocuting them," Becky cried and Mr. Feder tried to say something else "But Daddy they're dying."

"It's killing them?" Donna and Charlotte exclaimed and I so badly wanted to laugh. I heard my dad snicker before mom elbowed him in the gut.

"No," Mr. Feder said as the bug zapper continued to go off.

"Daddy no!"

Mr. Feder hurried up to the zapper unplugged it "They're all alright. I promise," Mr. Feder reached in for a moth "Look at this guy, see? He still sleeping" He said throwing the moth in the air as it fell to the ground.

Why can't he just say that it's dead?

I looked down at Becky and saw her innocent face.

Oh yeah, maybe that's why. She's so adorable.

"It's dead dad," Greg said and Mrs. Feder pinched him "Ow!"

"Ooh a porch swing," Dianne's mother said before pushing Keithie to the side and he fell down "I know what I'm doing this weekend." She then accidentally stepped on the moth, crushing it.

"Now it's dead."

Mr. Hillard opened the door "Welcome back to 1978 everybody!"

I looked around in awe. This place was amazing!

Charlotte and I walked around the living room at all the things that were hanging on the wall. Charlotte nudged me "What?"

"Don't look now but a certain Greg Feder is staring at you."

"What?" I asked again before turning my head.

"I said not to look," Charlotte told me.

We soon got everything sorted and all the kids ended up sharing a room…it was the master bedroom and Greg banged on the old television set. Charlotte, Donna and I went to the vanity where there was old jewelry already out.

"Hey dad, what's the big box attached to the back of the TV?"

"Um, that's the rest of the TV," Mr. Feder replied and I smirked as I continued to look through the jewelry "they didn't always have flat screens there sport."

"Wow," Keithie replied "that's some stone age shiznit."

"Yeah that's whack,"

I rolled my eyes. These kids were so spoiled from their lives in the Hollywood Hills to know that A) Kids don't talk like that and B) People can't always be freakishly rich like the Feder kids. Note the heavy sarcasm.