After you and a bunch of kids you're ages' dad's decided to visit their small hometown and lake house for their basketball coaches funeral, you were now spending the Fourth Of July evening watching fireworks go off in the night sky.

You're father, Marcus, had only met you about four days ago, apparently he was able to "get around the women" back in his day, or whatever that was supposed to mean. He decided to take you to the hometown with him and his old friends, plus a bunch of kids you didn't even know, which you absolutely despised at first, not wanting to go anywhere with you're dead-beat dad.

But that was before you met Keithie.

You liked all the kids, they were all super nice and fun, but Keithie? He was you're best friend from day one. Even from the first day, when you were still all quiet and weird around the other kids, he would always make sure you were included in their games, drag you along with him everywhere at the water-park, and help you make a cup phone when you couldn't figure out how.

After you guys left the lake house, you're dads had a re-match basketball game with some guys who used to pick on them in high-school years ago (and lost), you guys decided to spend the rest of the evening watching the fireworks surrounded by a bunch of other familys for everyone's favourite holiday.

You were sat beside Keithie on the grassy hill, talking about everything and nothing, ranging from how awesome the trip was and how bummed you were that it was over, all the way to being excited to play a new video game back home, which it's main objective was to just shoot bad guys.

You were cold, freezing, actually, in the early-July fresh air, but you didn't mind, not when you were smiling, talking and laughing with Keithie and the others around you. Whenever a big firework went off in the sky, you and Keithie would point upwards at the pretty colours and talk about how loud the bang was and how badly you're ears hurt.

Yeah, you could get used to this weird little family.