He laughed. "Hey gotta do what you gotta do right?" he shrugged. "But hey, that's a whole other year of hanging out with him," he beamed.

"You are?" he asked brightly. "If you want any more help I could go with you," he suggested. "Not that having three guys help you pick out a car seems like a lot of fun," he laughed.

Sam slipped into the driver's seat and started the car. He took a minute to get used to the feel of the car and belted himself in. "Well that's kind of a relief," he joked pulling the car out of it's spot. "Which way to the beach?" he asked before pulling out of the garage.