"Would a camp be like this..?" I asked Noah, staring at the ceiling of their garage. We were both splayed out like starfishes, huffing.
"I don't know." He answered, also staring at the ceiling. "One thing I do know...We're going to be in the best shape of our lives after this summer."
"I doubt it." Dave said from the garage door, looking down at the two of us. "You're still growing. You better hope you don't peak your sophomore year." He laughed.
"Why didn't you work out with us this morning?" Noah asked, glaring at him.
"I can't risk getting injured before the summer." Dave answered. "There are no refunds for all the camps that Mom and Dad have paid for. Not including the flights. And, I would look so unreliable to all the coaches we've set up meetings with."
Noah lifted his hand and waved it. "Go away. I get it."
"Okay, fine." Dave shrugged. "Guess you don't want to know why I came out here for." He headed back inside.
