Disclaimer: I don't own the movie and I currently don't have a job so don't sue me!

Author's Notes: This started out as kind of an introduction to a story I was going to write about Kemper, but I decided to make it about the whole gang (minus Pepper). So this ended up being a stand alone, but it does kinda go with the background fic I should have out in a little bit. Enjoy :)

KEMP

"Kemper," Pepper rolled the odd name around as she repeated it, 'What kind of name is that?"

"kalvin Erik Michael Porter the third," Erin elaborated in a sing-song voice, with a grin, from the passenger seat of Kemper's tripped out van.

"My grandfather is Erik, my father is Michael, and my mother couldn't bring herself to call her baby Kalvin. So she came up with this clever little nickname," Kemper explained as returned Erin's grin with a bigger one of his own.

"I had a dog named Kemper," Morgan stated, as he leaned over the bean bag to tie his shoe, "If that tells you anything about Kemper's mom,"

This was followed by a sudden screeching of the brakes, a crash, and a curse.

Erin turned around in her seat to see Morgan stretched out on the floor on the van; she couldn't help but giggle.

"A little help would be nice?" Morgan asked her as he struggled to get back in his seat, while in his stoned stupor.

"Not a chance in Hell," Erin responded with one of her famous mischievous grins, causing Kemper to briefly take a hand off the wheel and pat her leg.

"That's my girl,"