“Why walk when we can drive?” Nick J inquired.
For a moment, we all looked confused. “Kevin.” He stated.
“Oh!” We all instantaneously realized that Kevin was in his 20s. woah.
We all headed outside, and Nick J called Kevin. “Hey, Kev, bring the car around.” In about 10 seconds, there was a shiny silver BMW with screeching tires in front of us.
“Are you sure he can drive?” Blair asked, scrutinizing the driver of the tipping vehicle.
“No,” Nick commented, chuckling, “But Joe is 10 times worse!” We all reluctantly climbed into the car. We told Kevin how to get there, and in a moment we sped off.
It was the most terrifying car ride of any of our lives! But, we made it to my house in a one-minute journey that would have taken us a half-hour on foot.
When we pulled up in front of the house, there was a gasp from all the older JoBros (Frankie didn’t come).
“It’s like a fishbowl!” Joe yelled. And, he was right. My house is basically a big, glass, deserty fishbowl.