The Mason's

Chapter Four - Quinn

I impatiently tapped the side of our trashy van. Lane was supposed to be here 5 minutes ago. That may not sound like much, but I'm impatient. I casually knocked on the window and Eliza rolled it down.

"Whadaya want." She said tipping her sunglasses down. Yes it was almost midnight, but that girl never takes those things off.

"Shut up and give me that." She grinned and slung a cheap bottle of liquor through the window. I'm driving, but honestly nobody cares.

I took a swig and noticed a shadowy figure run down the opposite side of the street. I didn't think much of it until I saw the blond hair and plaid sweatshirt. Crap.

If I remember correctly, that's the jerk that marrying Lyndie's mom. She's gonna get in a bad mood if she sees him. Great, just what we need.

He ran behind a small house and disappeared. Phew, just in time.

Lane's figure slunk down the street, wearing a frown and a bad attitude.

"Nice to see you didn't ditch us." I said punching her arm, purposefully not mentioning that sketchy jerk. "We were beginning to think you wouldn't come."

"You know me better than that." She said already starting to smile.

I grabbed the old door and yanked it open.

"Ladies first." I said bowing. She laughed and jumped in. I climbed through after her and into the driver seat. The front door didn't open properly so I had to go through this way. The van drove fine though. Well, maybe until I was done with it.

I kicked the old van into gear and as if on cue, Linni threw a cigarette up at me. I grabbed it and punched open one of the many random storage areas we had in here and rummaged through boxes of altoids and plastic bags that were filled with who knows what until I found a lighter.

Now I was all set. Eliza was in the passenger seat and helping me focus by screeching Michael in the Bathroom at full volume and taking shots.

I wasn't too drunk yet so I started driving until we reached a rocky stretch that would take us to our destination. Beat up pickup trucks swerved around the road and I swore every time one almost hit us.

The terrain became more familiar as the van gave an exhausted huff and we pulled up at the bottom of a little hill with a skeleton of a barn perched at the top.

As soon as I opened the back door Maria and Skylar giddily jumped out and made howling noises towards the moon. I love this place, we could act like high five-year-olds and not be judged.

"Maria get over here and grab this bag!" I yelled at her as she and Skylar started splashing beer on each other.

The others fell out of the van one by one and all started doing stupid things that should get us arrested.

Linni was the last one to stumble out of the van and she immediately started passing around drugs.

"Ohhh, loook, there's where I threw up last time!" She said laughing as she pointed to a discolored spot in the road and took a swig.

Maria pranced over and grabbed a bag filled to the brim with junk. I took one too and we marched up the hill to set our stuff up.

"Crap! I need to go grab Sara!" I said running back down.

"Heeeey." She slurred, still duct taped to the roof. With Skylar's help we ripped of the tape and helped her down.

Of course she then proceeded to run away,climb a nearby tree, and started belting out one million bottles of beer on the wall.

I rolled my eyes and chased the others up the hill.

While I was down there Maria had taken advantage of the beach towels we had left from last time we were here and had built a messy fort, wrapped one around her shoulders and declared that only the worthy may enter.

Of course that was all of us and soon we were all just under a pile of towels giggling, smoking, and almost starting a fire.

Me and Eliza climbed to the roof of the barn and made out for a bit until the others started coming up and taking turns jumping off the barn.

The rest of the night was a blur of spin the bottle, skinny dipping, and lots of smoking and pot. Before we knew it the sun was starting to rise.

We stumbled down the hill piled into the van. Sara got on the roof again, this time no duct tape. We took turns rolling down the windows and throwing up until we'd reached a gas station near where Linni lived.

We'd never seen her house, she could live in a tree trunk for all we knew, she came to highschool like once a month and was pretty much a mystery.

I dropped the others off until the only ones left were me and Lane.

"See ya at the wedding." I said pulling up down the street of her house.

"Mmhmm." She said, drunk giving way to hangover. I slowly drove away as she trudged towards her house. Time to go home and face the music.