By the time we got back to their house, the sun had set and the stars were out. It was super late. On our way back, we stopped at the pizza place to bring some home for the boys. They were all gathered in the living room, watching sports highlights on the tv.
"Please tell me you boys did your homework." Mrs. Atkins groaned at the sight of them.
"Mom!" Noah jumped up. He immediately came up to me. "Jake, how is it? I see no cast!"
I gave a small smile. "Just a couple of stitches."
"Did it hurt?" Kyle asked. He shifted his eyes to Noah. "Noah needed four stitches in the chin before and he cried like a baby."
"Hey! I was a baby!" Noah shouted back.
"No way, you were already six-years-old." He refuted.
"It's good to be home." Mr. Atkins mumbled, then he raised his voice. "Okay, that's enough. Pizza is on the table. Let's eat, then go straight to bed."
"But I still have to finish my homework." Dave groaned.
