After our showers, all the boys gathered in the living room to watch tv. A baseball game was on, of course.
Kyle was the last to join us, with a heavy sigh. "You all better be on your best behavior tonight."
"So they're coming over for dinner?" Noah asked, eyes still trained on the tv. "Good for you."
"You little punk!" Kyle tackled him, trying to make him one of the couch cushions. "This is all your fault. Why couldn't you just keep your big mouth shut?"
Noah slipped out of his grasp and slid to the floor. "I'm doing it for your own good." He stuck his tongue out. "What if you tried to sneak off alone? Mom and Dad would be crazy mad. Plus, Zeke is back so he definitely would have snitched. I don't want to have to pay for your mistakes! I don't want to be grounded all summer."
Kyle moved his glare to Zeke, who sat by himself in the two seater. His attention was on the game, but with Noah's defense, his eyes moved to the duo.
