We get the yard in time for Kenny lunch break. He meets us outside grinning as usual.

"What's up party people?" he asked.

"Not a damn thing," said Stan as we walked closer. I can smell the junk from the yard and it's not as bad as I thought but still unpleasant.

"I'll say," replied Kenny laughing. "What are you doing up here on your day off?"

"This guy here," said Stan pushing Ike slightly.

"Hey!" exclaimed Ike losing his balance. Ike is a little shorter than me. I'm 5'8 and he is 5'6.

"What did you need?" asked Kenny.

"I just wanted to look and see what I can find," replied Ike. "Everything in there is art."

"I don't know if I would count bird shit as art," said Kenny.

"Not that!" exclaimed Ike laughing.

"Well I'm on lunch, when I come back if you need me I will be up here."

"Okay," replied Ike walking through the gates.

"Man, your brother is uh…interesting," stated Kenny walking towards the front doors to a small building.

"Not sure what you're trying to say but my little brother is brilliant," I reply sticking up for him. "Am I allowed to be in here?"

"Yeah," replied Stan behind me. "As long as you're with one of us." I was lead to what I assume in the break room, it's not that big. I sit down as Kenny grabs a brown paper bag from the fridge. He pulls out a sandwich and chips. I sit down with Stan next to me and Kenny is sitting across from us.

"How did this happen?" he asked motioning to us.

"My mom said I could see him but I had to have Ike with us," I replied rolling my eyes.

"Wow your kid brother being a chaperon," laughed Kenny. "That's rich."

"Hardly," I replied. "Ike is as cool as a brother can get so I'm not too upset."

"What are you guys up to for the rest of the day?"

"Nothing," I shrugged. "Red and Wendy are suppose to be coming by later this afternoon. My mom wants to meet Red. She is not going to be home in time though."

"Wendy is coming?" asked Stan.

"Oh yeah sorry I forgot to mention that," I replied. "Red said she was missing you or something along the lines of that." Stan pulls out his phone.

"I guess so," he replied. "She messaged me this morning." Stan starts texting her back. She must have text him when we were sleep.

"You and Red a thing?" asked Kenny before biting into his sandwich.

"God no," I replied. "I like talking to her. You never know what is going to come out of her mouth."

"That's what makes her fun," said Kenny. He glances at Stan who is still heavily texting. Kenny finishes his lunch and gets clocked back in. "Well it's been fun but I have to get back to work. You can meet me in the yard." I nod hoping that Ike is almost done. I look at the clock seeing that it is now almost 2. I don't want to waste any more time out here.

"You and Wendy seemed to be having heavy conversation," I stated as we walked into the yard.

"Yeah," replied Stan. "She wants me to stay with her tonight."

"Why don't you sound happy about that?" I asked taking in the yard. I see they at least organized the junk. Cars are all in one area, scraps and other things I'm sure Stan or Kenny would know what they are.

"I am," he replied. He doesn't sound very believable.

I look to see if I can spot Ike. I do spot him but before I can call out to him I'm stopped by an older gentleman.

"Can I help you find something? Oh hey Stan."

"Hi Carl," he replies.

"Is this your way of telling me you really want to work today?" Stan laughs.

"No way," he said. "I'm here with my friend Kyle and his little brother Ike."

"Oh the kid I seen loading up on a ton of stuff," said Carl. "It's so random. What does he need that stuff for?"

"Art," I reply not sure if I like this Carl fellow too much.

"Nice to meet you Kyle. Stan talks about you a lot. Are you still interesting in working here? I could use one more person still." I never expressed interest to begin with but I'm not going to put Stan on the spot by telling the truth. I decide to test Carl.

"What is the hourly pay and what would I be doing?" I asked.

"Not much," he replied shrugging. "Stan told me the smell here bothers you so I figured you could run the register and front area. If you join us I can have Stan and Kenny fully focus on helping me get stuff put out into the yard. The more out there the more it sales. The pay is 14 an hour." I almost choked on my spit when he said that. "The job is yours if you want it. I would rather hire someone that was referred. The pay is good and I don't have time for nonsense."

"When do I start?" I asked. I can see Stan smiling.

"I will give you this upcoming week off. You can start June 13th."

"Thank you," I replied. "Is there anything else you need from me?"

"Yeah," replied Carl. "I would need the employee papers to be filled out, stuff like that. You can bring it back to me on your first day. I will go and grab them for you now."

"Carl," called Stan. "He is going to need the same week off as me in August. My parents paid for him to come with us on the trip."

"Good to know," replied Carl stopping mid stride. "It's fine. I think we should be good around that time." He continues to the office.

"Holy shit Stan. You never told me you and Kenny was making money like that?"

"He just gave us a raise," explained Stan. "He said something about business being good and he would share the wealth. I wasn't going to question it." I nod excited about the money I could be making. Who knows I may be able to update this old car I have. "I can't believe you're going to be working here."

"Me too," I exclaimed. "Carl seems okay."

"He's great!" exclaimed Stan. "I mean he is only 26 years old, owns his junkyard thanks to his dad, he also doesn't hover. Long as you do your job everything is cool." I spot Ike trying to pull a flatbed over where we are. Carl was not kidding, Ike had a ton of stuff on there. We walk over to him as he continues to struggle with the flatbed.

"Ike, you seriously don't need all of that," I state. "Do you even know how much this cost?"

"No," he replied. "I mean this right here is like 20 ideas. I mean this will keep me busy for months!"

"I just hope you have money for it," I explain. "I'm not trying to pay for all of this." I see Kenny walking towards us with papers in hand.

"Carl told me to give these to you," he said handing me the papers. "Jesus, are you going to fit all of that in the car." I hear Ike groan.

"I didn't think about that," he frowned.

"Alright then," I sigh. "So take with you what we can fit in the car. You will have to come back for the rest with dad's SUV."

"He's not going to want it to get dirty," pouted Ike.

"You let me worry about that," I reply. Ike narrows down his selections and we go check out. He had just enough to pay for the stuff. Stan, Kenny, and I help fit stuff into the trunk and then some of the backseat. I feel like I need a shower after all of this.

"Have fun with that," said Kenny to Ike.

"I sure will," said Ike grinning at him. I start the car up more than ready to get home. We get back to the house and it is now close to 4. I practically lost this whole day between sleeping and the junkyard visit. At the same time Ike is doing me a favor so I can't completely bitch. I head up to my room crashing on my bed.