Nosy lady next door

I looked out the window and saw my next door neighbor’s 17 year old son and his delinquent friend obviously up to no good. I couldn’t hear the heated whispers, but I could tell by their body language that something was up. My instincts were correct. The delinquent friend handed the neighbor’s kid a 40 which he hid in a storage bench in their driveway. I called Boyfiend who was in the back yard and said, “Yo, X and his delinquent friend just hid a 40 in the bench in the driveway. You should take it just to fuck with them.” Boyfiend laughed, but wasn’t interested. I said that I should go next door and take it myself. He told me just to leave it alone. So I did.

But what I really want to do is tell his parents. The idea of him drinking and driving the family van, which he’s already smashed up enough in the month he’s had his license, is too much. It was bad when he and his delinquent friends were arguing on the front porch late at night about who owed who money for weed, but in my opinion alcohol is much worse than a little pot. Alcohol leads to blackouts and hit and runs. Weed generally leads to driving 15 in a 35. Maybe I’ll take the 40 anyway.