A/N: HOLY CRAP TWO POSTS IN ONE NIGHT? I could write another. I mean this is just flowing out of me like my waterfall of awesome. This one is a little shorter BUT I WOULD REALLY LIKE SOME OPINIONS on anything you catch onto. I made this ones subtle hints kind of obvious but haaaayyyy I am really tired. It is 5am. I don't know why I am awake.

My Volkswagen bus was my mothers, its in rough condition but the interior is remodeled. I made sure of it. Looking through the rear view mirror I saw the brown and white lining of the chair/bed where one boy was sitting on. The other standing up rolling down the windows.

"Gosh could this van be any hotter?" Joe was sitting in the passenger seat, he had been complaining since we buckled in. "I mean, we are living in the 21st century, couldn't you just trade this in, or buy some AC?"

I sighed. "If you knew anything about cars, Jonas, you would know that this is a classic and you can't just BUY AC. With my budget I couldn't even afford the hookup.." I began to mumble causing Joe to complain about that too. "This is an air cooled engine, do you want AC or the engine to over heat and the car to blow up? Your choice."

Joe scoffed and ignored me for the rest of the ride, as I did with him. Nick and Sam kept asking if they could eat what I had in the fridge, which there was nothing to eat in there. It was incredibly distracting when I would catch them reaching for the refrigerator handle. I had to yell at them to not go near it. This is when I noticed Joe eyeing me suspiciously.

We parked by the mailbox on the curb instead of the driveway because of the difficulty turning the van sharp corners. Nick and Sam burst through the double doors and ran up the driveway before I even had the car in park.

"Sooo whatcha got in the freezer?" I laughed at Joe's curiosity. He was just like the boys.

"Just some cold ones, want to bust them out with me?"

"Where do you get a hold of all this beer?" Joe said crawling to the back of the bus and opening the refrigerator. He closed the two doors before popping his drink open and leaning on the back seat. I crawled through the driver and passenger seat and was soon sitting in the side chair with winter lager in my grasp. "So why not let the boys have some again?"

My mouth had dropped. "They are in 8th grade! Middle School!"

"So? You are only about a year older than Nick and how old were we when we first raided your Dad's liquor cabinet?" Well he had a point.

I pointed directly at him. "You were in highschool, freshman year, remember?" A smile formed across his face.

"Yeah and I convinced you it was what all the cool high school kids did." It is funny how when someone goes to a different school, something so foreign to you, they are just about your hero. That year was the best for Joe and I. I actually looked up to him, he was an "older man" on the "big campus". It was before I met Michaela and Joe and I were (this is where I gag) "best friends". We just sat and reminisced for our first beer. By the second Joe was trying to convince me something new. "Would you rather them have their first experiences without us? In some strange environment with some bad kids you don't know? So they never feel like they can come to us when they need something, and go right back to those bad kids?"

"Ok! Ok!" I caved. "I'll let them have a one beer each!" I let out a small giggle at the thought of my little brother drunk. "But no, I am not giving middle schoolers my weed, nor am I giving you any. You owe me like," I looked at the white roof of the van as I calculated many past events. "a lot of money." Joe just laughed and walked to the fridge, counting the beers left and turning toward me.

"When will your parents be home?"

"Mom about 9. Dad is gone for the week." The corner of Joe's mouth turned up and he quickly rushed out the car doors, up the driveway and into the house. The next thing I know Nick and Sam are chasing Joe back to the van.

"Whats the suprise?" Sam asked looking at Joe in admiration. I couldn't help but giggle at what was to come. Nick looked over at me with those dark rich eyes narrowed. My body became warm when he smiled as if something clicked.

"Is she drunk?" He asked Joe who was smiling up a storm.

I could just hear him cackling as the words left his lips "Would you boys be interested in some beers?"