Evan
We got everyone into my car, but it was tight. I wished we had asked Austin to bring his car so we could be more comfortable on a two-hour drive.
The girls sat up front with me, while Kevin, Adam, and Austin squeezed into the back. I glanced at Austin, who was brooding and staring out the window.
“We have a two-hour drive ahead of us; someone say something, please,” I said to the group.
“Your frat house was nicer than I thought it would be,” Keira said, breaking the silence.
“Thanks! We’ve done a lot of work on it over the years to fix it up,” Austin replied.
“What do you mean?” Jaime asked.
“So, every year the frat decides on a renovation project for the house. This started ten years ago when the frat moved in. It was an old Victorian in need of repairs and renovations. We do
