"I think if I hear one more song by this dead guy, I think I'm gonna lose it…"

I had been woken up from my nap by the blasting of annoying music, which was louder than what was still playing from my earphones. We had been on the road for about five hours now, and my parents had apparently put in BJC's first album after the first hour. Is it just me, or are practically all his songs about himself?

"See," Sam said after unplugging one of her earphones, "this is why I brought my mp3: to tune out your family's weirdness."

"Gee," I chucked, "thanks Sam. Am I considered a part of the weirdos?"

"Nah, you're the only normal one, and that's saying something!" We both laughed at the joke. "Wanna tune out the old people music?" She twirled the earphone she had taken off, and the handed it to me. Sam's taste in music wasn't what I usually listened to. But I gotta admit, it's not that bad! I put the earphone in, tuning out the crazy environment surrounding me. Mom and Dad are jamming like maniacs, Jazz is sitting reading some brochure thingy, and Tuck was already sucked into his electronics. Sam and I chatted for the rest of trip, mostly making fun of everyone else in the van.

`-Arriving at Beverly Heights-`

Our van was soon greeted by a signing saying "Welcome to Beverly Heights" as we drove into the town. It was filled with your average buildings, one of them being some place called the Wi-Fri, which was kinda abandoned by now, considering it was nighttime. It was one of the taller, flashier buildings of the neighborhood, with its name in big lighted letters along the side. There was also this weird person-thing with a guitar drawn on the side…it just looked weird. I wouldn't be surprised if it was Beverly Height's Nasty Burger; the way it looked just signaled "teenage hang-out."

We drove a little further down the road, driving past an even larger building, with gates at the front. Near the gates were the initials BJC engraved on the wall. Let me guess…

"Look, Danny!" Dad hit the brakes, stopping write in front of the building. "It's Billy's mansion!"

"Yea, I got that, Dad," I replied sourly. I examined the weird structure of the building. As I looked at the windows, I saw a kid at the top window, occupied with something in the room. I guess someone actually lives there, I thought. The van began to move again, and my eyes were just about to divert from the window, when I suddenly saw a figure fly throughout the room, looking at the van. My mind quickly moved to one conclusion:

It's the ghost. And that kid's in there. Aww crud…

If it was wasn't for the fact that I couldn't exactly escape the van right now, I would've gone ghost and head to the house. Maybe I can make plans to visit the place after we settle in our hotel, or wherever we're staying.

After a never-ending fifteen minutes or so, we stopped in front a house.

Wait, we know someone that lives here?

As we stepped out of the van, the last person in the world I wanted to see stepped out from the house.

"Daniel! Good to see you!"

You. Are. Shitting. Me…

"You're probably wondering what I'm doing here, aren't you?"

"No shit," I muttered under my breath as I helped my family unpack the trunk. There is no way that he is just here by chance. Sam, Tuck, and Jazz all had the same expression as me.

"Well," he began, "I felt the need to help with this ghost-hunting matter. You see, Daniel, I have the funds to help your parents with tracking this rogue ghost."

"That's a stupid excuse for being here and you know it," Sam snarled.

"What makes us think you're not here just to ruin our summer?" Tuck added in.

"Believe what you may, children, but either way I'm here to stay." He smiled and turned away, walking towards our parents who we all know he hated one and obsessively loved the other.

"Ugh! Is there not a time that he makes a situation worse?!" It was shocking to me that Jazz was almost as fumed about this as the rest of us. "The last person I want to be stuck with before I got to college is Masters." But, she was fumed for a slightly altered reason.

We grabbed our own luggage, and walked into the pit of hell that we would be staying in for who knows how long.

:...:

"Time to call it a night, Billy!" I was already settled in my pajamas ready to call it a day. Gotta get some sleep so I can work on the major movie project."

"Aww, come on Brotato, one more movie! That last one wasn't that scary!"

"Says the one who screamed every other minute?" I raised an eyebrow at him, and he had no response. "Goodnight, Billy," I lied down on the bed, covering myself with the sheets.

"Hey, Spence," Billy started, "did you see that van that was outside earlier tonight?"

"No," I said staying in the comfort of my bed, "what was it doing it outside the house, though?"

"Heck if I know," he responded, "but there was this kid in there, and I could've sworn he was looking at me. Do you understand what's wrong with that sentence, Brofesor? He could see me!"

"You're just imagining it, dude," I replied, "If he was all away in the van while we're here at the top floor, he was probably just looking at the window in general." My eyelids were already getting heavy, so I tried to end the conversation as soon as possible before I drifted to sleep.

"Yea, you're probably right," he answered. Finally, Billy took his usual spot on the couch. "'Night, Brometheus!"

"'Night," I yawned. And within minutes, I knocked out, happy to know that I won't ever have to wake up early for next two months. Thank you, Summer!