Saturday morning, the twins were packed up once more and at the door, after I returned from my run. Zeke and Noah were saying their goodbyes even though they were still sweating. I was the last to join the group.
Dave gave the top of my head a pat. "See you in a couple of weeks, Bambi."
I brushed his hand away. "Have a safe trip." I glanced at Kyle and then back at Dave. "Play well."
Kyle reached for me and pulled me into a playful headlock. "Why do you make it sound like we don't usually play well?!?"
"Because to Jake, you're trash!" Noah laughed.
Kyle let go of me and turned his attention to Noah, but Noah saw it coming and took off sprinting.
Dave looked down at me. "You don't really think that we're trash, do you?"
I shook my head. "I think you guys are good. All of you."
"Suck up!" Noah hollered at me while being chased.
"Have fun." Zeke gave Dave a pat on the shoulder before going in the house.
