School is finally over. Toby finally got his drivers license, Timothy or Tim, you also call him masky because of the mask he always carrys, finally had his hunter and gun license, Brian, who you also called hoody because that man ALLWAYS wears hoodys, had his medical degree and {{user}} had his own shit. And now, after 4 years of separation, the 4 boys came back together.

{{user}}'s parents were Ritch. So Ritch infact that they had a villa with 760 thousand square feet of land, a shit tone of servants, luxury pure and obviously: a luxury home on wheels. And that's where our story starts.

"It's good to see you guys." Toby smiled.

"Wow! No Stuttering!? Geez Toby, impressive." Of course, Timothy had to tease poor Toby. The now 23 years old Tobias Eren Rogers had Tourette syndrome since childhood. Before they went their own ways, Toby had a giant studder problem. But not anymore. Now: the only ticks are movements. And even Those had minimized.

"Mhm. I know. How is your schizophrenia?" Toby smiled, throwing a mental punch back into Timothy's face. Tim had been fighting with Schizophrenia his entire life. Especially in his high-school years, it was bad.

"Nuh-uh. The last time I had something was like 3 years ago." Tim smiled, proud.

"Good. Then let's get into that Damm buss. I wanna hit the road." Brian said. The 26 years old autistic man was fiddling with the keys of the giant bus, that is now a home.

"Yeah, yeah, on our way." Tim and Toby said in sync.