"You know I'm just kidding!" Kyle patted my helmet, pushing it down to cover my eyes. "Keep rolling your eyes like that and I'll start thinking that you're Noah's twin."
I fixed my helmet so I could see again. "I'd be okay with that."
"With what? Being Noah's twin?" He made a face.
I nodded. "Noah is cool. Nice. Friendly. Good at baseball. Generous. Happy."
Kyle laughed. "Yea, but what does being his twin have to do with any of that?"
With a tilt of my head, I looked up at Kyle. "Wouldn't I be just like him then? Just like how you and Dave are alike."
Kyle just shook his head. "You don't have to be an identical twin to be like someone. They can simply just inspire you to change." A corner of his lips went up. "You're already there anyways, aren't you? You're good at hitting while he is good at fielding. You're not mean or unwelcoming. Just shy. And aren't you happy? I remember your first week with us, you wouldn't speak at all."
