A/n: just so you know there will be no romance in this story.
Nessa's Pov:
Hi I'm Nessaryn, but please call me Nessa. I'm sitting in the car between by two brothers, Art and Lee. All three of us were completely absorbed in our DSes. Then Art looked up and said, "Hey, we're here." Lee and I looked up, saw that we were here and then went back to our games. After Nate had a small reunion with Uncle Stu, Jake popped his head through the door and said, "Hey, help me with my bags will yah." I rolled my eyes at him and said, "My brothers may want to help you but, I don't happen to." You may have guessed it, I'm the sassy one. I got out of the car, grabbed my bag out of the back, and went inside. I was followed by my brothers. I just threw my bag in the first room that didn't have any bags in it and followed Jake, Art, and Lee to one of the the room that it looked like he was staying in. My older cousin, Tom, was already in there and protesting that he got there first. "Oi!" I shouted making them both turn to me. "You have to respect that he got here first," I said to my older brother. He just looked at me like, 'what the?' Loud music came from outside, breaking our glaring contest. All three of us looked out the window to see a older kid pull up in a Dodge Charger. "Nice car, really bad paint job," I said. I followed Tom downstairs and outside. While Tom and the guy had a a conversation, I was in the back looking at his car. The guy noticed me and said, "You like it?" I looked at him and cocked an eyebrow, "This car is not in good condition; how long has it been sense your last oil change?" The guy just looked at me like I was insane. Then my other older cousin Bethany came up squealing his name, which I guess was "Ricky." I went back inside with my brothers. Very soon after I was done explaining to them what had just happened the weirdo came in with my cousins. Art leaned over to me and whispered, "He owns a charger." I nodded and Lee looked at me with disbelief. Then he started talking about how his car keeps breaking down, and how he needed to get going. When he said that his car kept breaking down I shouted , "I wonder why?" Then Tom suggested that I take a look at it. Ricky said, "How would a 12 year old girl know more than I do about cars?" "You probably don't know this but," I started. "She once took apart an engine at a car show," Art continued. "And put it back together before anyone noticed," Lee finished. I smirked at him and started walking down to his car. I popped the hood and saw that one of the starters was missing. "Well," I said, "It's a miracle that you even started it to get out here." So apparently he was now sleeping here for a night, fabulous.