The questions in my head overwhelmed me, why was Bruce so nervous? What is that box? What was in it? How did it get- but my frantic thoughts were cut off by the thundering roar of a car engine.
    A blue Toyota Tundra pulled into the rounded driveway and its thundering engine turned off. A boy with short brown hair stepped down from the driver's side. The lanky teen with hazel eyes and a boyish grin called out, "that new cold air intake and air filter really makes her roar...hey G!"
    I rolled my eyes but nevertheless smiled at my best friend's actions,"hey yourself ,Dean! What are you doing here?"
    "I was bored," he shrugged, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly and trotted over to me like a faithful puppy.
    "Ya know, ever since you have gotten your own car and licence, you have basically lived here. Bruce now always has the main guest room made up for you," I smirked.
    Dean's grin only grew as he spoke, "whatever you say sweetheart, but you know that you can't get enough of me."
    The thing about Dean Urie is that he has what girls call "the Dean effect". He is the boy that every guy wants to be and the type that every girl wants to be with. It's been us against the world ever since fifth grade when Vincent Drake and his gang were picking on me, and lets just say that I wasn't as snarky as I am now, then I was then. Dean tried to defend me, but then one of the goons punched him and I snapped. Dean has been by my side through the last seven years, since we are going into twelfth grade in August, three months from now. I have to admit, he is a sneaky little charmer, and I, along with every other girl in our grade, has fallen for Dean. Sometimes I feel like he likes me back, but I just brush it off because that is how he is like with every other girl. I'm the ultimate cliche, and I hate it.
    "Yo, did you space out there for a second, Miss Astronaut?" Dean asked while he waved one of his hands in front of my eyes, "daydreaming about me again, G?"
    "In your daydreams, Urie," I smirked, swiping at his hand. I'll have to keep the daydreaming to a minimum I guess.
    The boy who occupied my thoughts tilted his to the side, "you have that look on your face...the one you have on while you are trying to figure something out. Spill girly."
    I quickly explained how I found the gold box and Bruce's odd reaction to it, "then he just started stuttering and rushed inside."
    "So let me get this straight, sweetheart, you found a pretty box in the garden, then Bruce saw it and got all flustered? Is that the gist of it? And don't get me started on how you were about to go on this adventure without me," Dean chided with hands on his hips.
    My heart fluttered with a swarm of butterflies when he called me sweetheart, but I played it cool, "that's the basics. And for the record, I was going to call you, but you showed up first like unwanted acne."
    "Well excuse me! I am an absolute jo-" but he was cut off by the sudden crunch of tires on the gravel driveway. Four sleek black limos skidded into the driveway, the last one almost grazing Dean's car, causing him to let out a pained squeak.
    Various aunts, uncles, and cousins filed out of their respective cars and hurried inside, not even sparing the two of us a glance. Oh goody, the vultures have arrived in the nest, I thought bitterly.
     Dean and I shared a disapproving glance and quickly sprinted inside to see what kind of event could bring my, oh so busy, family together.