After heading to Shawn's van, Shawn produced some adjustable ropes. David was the only one looking skeptical.

"Get on." Collin says to David.

    Willing to try anything to feel better and get out of the state of depression he was in, he got on the front of the van. Against his better judgement, he let the others strap him to the van. Even as Rodgers being the rational thinker, he didn't intervene. He was all for it.
    Once David was successfully strapped onto the front of the van, the others got in. David felt the motor start, a familiar hum. His friends erupted in laughter. The van then lurched forward, pulling out of the parking lot. "This is absolutely fucking crazy" David kept thinking. Now they were on the road, accelerating to fifty miles an hour. He didn't know how his friends had known what to do, but in that moment, the wind ripping through his greasy hair and pressing him back, David was finally feeling alive again.
As cars passed, David could catch a look of confusion in people's eyes. He enjoyed that. After about ten minutes of driving, they pulled into Shawn's driveway. The three got out of the car, still laughing.

"Any better?" Collin asks David.

"Definitely,"

"Good."

They proceed to get David off the front of the van, then heading into Shawn's place. Shawn produces leftover pizza from the fridge, accompanied by some beers and wine coolers. By the end of the night the four end up passed out in questionable places...