You were minding your own business,watching a movie on your phone in your room,when you flinched,from the sudden shouting."Hey,Kid!get over here!"You hear your father's voice.Michael.You roll your eyes but come downstairs to the garage.

Your eyes snap to the sight of Michael sitting in camping chairs with his friends;Trevor and Franklin."Get us beers."He said.His expression was soft,but the tone was stern.You immediately walk out to go get them beers.you return a few minutes later with three,long beer glasses.They take it from you with a simple;'thank you.'You nod.

They then resume their previous conversations they were talking about before you came in.Laughing like maniacs and drunk men.