"-And that's my brother Davey, and that's his boyfriend Elmer, and that's Elmer's boyfriend Albert, and-"

Oceana looked around the car, clearly bored of looking at pictures that Les brought everywhere. She had just met the kid. Why was he already showing off?

"Are you done yet?" Asked Ana. Her words were rather harsh.

Les perked up. His smile quickly faded, and, because he could tell how done his friend was, he stuffed the pictures into his backpack, where they were earlier. "Uhuh! Of course I am! So, um.." It took a few moments for the younger Jacobs brother to come up with something. "Do you like anyone?"

"No."

"Oh," What the fuck was wrong with that little girl- "not even your family?"

"My family wouldn't let me get a turtle. Why would I like them?" She crossed her arms.

"Because they-..nevermind.."

Both sat in silence for quite some time. Only the adults were chatting, talking about boring things like bills and college funds. If Oceana had the guts, which she did, she probably would've screamed "SCREW COLLEGE!" Thank God Les stopped her.

A weird hissing-like noise was soon heard. It seemed to be coming from the trunk. As the ride continued, the odd sound got much louder. Not even the radio could drown it out. Not like that's saying much. The radio was pretty old and didn't play anything that loud. Times like that really made the Kelly's reconsider keeping the car, which they all affectionally called "Old Piece of Shit".

Eventually, Eric parked Old Piece of Shit, and sent Ram to go check it out, since he wasn't important in the family. Bitch.

"How's it looking, Sweeney boy?" Eric asked after a few moments, chuckling.

Ram coughed. "It's, uh, fine, Ric. No big deal. But I suggest gettin' the hell outta there."

Another chuckle. "Why do you say that?" He smirked. "Spot another JD back there?"

"Not funny!" o̵͠͠ų̶̼̠͇̌̾̍̐̑̚͜r̴̗̩̪̣̯̻̽͋̍ ̷̢̜̟̝̺̳̂͊͒͝͝l̴̬̓̈́̏̏̓͘ó̵̡̼̮̪͜v̸̧̤̙͊̿̈͌̾ę̶̘̘̍ ̶̱̺͒̍͂ǐ̶̳̩̳̮̅̿s̵̪̞̖̊  "Still, I'm serious. You should probably get out. Now."

"Give me a good reason, Ram Scared-of-Trenchcoats Sweeney."

Ŏ̶̮͚͎̼̱̞U̴̢̢̞̞̱̙͙̭̳̒́R̶̝͎̖͈̱̻̣͍̥̈͜ ̶̭̤̹͉̃̊̅̏̏͑̇̅͝͝͠L̵̨̨͕̩̖͓̰͍̟̊̀͌̆̏̈̀͘͝͝Ò̸̖̯͇̼̝̩V̶̯͖̟͉͎͊̈̕Ę̶̙͍͖͙̗͔̤̲̑̅̈́̄̄ ̶̢̼͖̠̇̾Î̵̯̪̩̦͍̑̏͗̄̈͜͝S̶̱̦͍͊̓̆ "There's a fucking possum back here. Probably has rabies or some shit."

"Possums can't get rabies, dumbass. Clearly, that shot ruined your damn brain. Are you sure we shoul-"


G̵̝̯͈̫͍̊́̆̒͒͆̐͗͋̃̆͐̕͜ ̵̳̜͍̹͓̪̩̋̽̈̏͂̈́̈̒͆̒̕Ȍ̶̳͇̞͙̰̙̘̙̏̊̍̊̍͛D̵̢̨̰͈̠̗̰̥̹͎̫̫̽̔̂̐͊̋̂̿̒̐͘͝͝

"..."

"What? Possum got your tongue?"

As soon as Eric finished talking, Ram opened the trunk, grabbed the possum, and threw it at the back of the other male's head. Guess those years of football paid off.

"No, but it's about to chomp off your dick."