Once we got home, Mr. and Mrs. Atkins met us in the garage and hurried us inside, sending us straight to our rooms for bed. It was past midnight and we would have to wake up in a few hours for school.
"Mom, I have some pictures for you!" Noah handed his phone over, half asleep. We went upstairs together with his mom right behind us.
She swiped through the phone with a smile. "Looks like you kids had a fun night."
"Yea." Noah yawned and climbed into bed.
Mrs. Atkins said. "Oh? Jeremy even took some of these for you? How nice of him." She glanced at me. "Are you two doing okay? He's not picking on you or being rude?"
I almost laughed. Jeremy was worried I was being bullied by them. "No. It's fine. He's fine." I got into bed. "Can he come over for dinner on Sunday night?"
"He doesn't have a game?" She frowned.
"It's a day game." Noah explained. "He said he can come over afterwards, but it might be a late dinner."
