"I'm not late if I beat Mom and Dad." Kyle defended himself, rolling his eyes as he did so.
"You know, I think it's good you're staying home tomorrow." Noah said. "I could use a break from your face."
Kyle rolled his eyes again. "I'll see you at breakfast and then at the end of the night when you get back. Stop acting like I'm never around. I spend nearly all my time with you guys."
Noah wasn't impressed.
Kyle glanced to me.
I shifted my attention to my dress shoes, spending some extra time to make sure they were shiny.
"Dave, you know don't you?" Kyle pushed.
Dave was tucking in his shirt. "Bro, I don't have a girlfriend. I can't relate. This is the only life I know. School, baseball, family. Some kind of combo of the three."
"What about friends?"
"All my friends come from school and baseball. It's fine though. You do you. Just make sure you don't push it, like missing the important stuff."
