The tension within Kyle and surrounding him, seemed to have healed. I knew it would. I trust Mr. Atkins. If he could help me, then I know he could easily help his own kids. They weren't a train wreck like me and him. Him and me. I felt a connection with Mr. Atkins. He's what I want to become. There's quite a bit of work until I get there, but I was sincerely feeling better.
We watched the A's win another game, putting everyone in a good mood. Mr. Atkins worked in the office as Mrs. Atkins started to cook dinner. The rest of us went our own way. The twins went to the backyard to play some catch and Zeke went to his room.
Noah and I also went to our room and got started on our homework. I was breezing through my math, while Noah was just seating a few feet away, tapping his pencil.
Finally, I couldn't take it any longer and I looked up at him. "What's wrong?"
Noah stopped the tapping. "Nothing's wrong."
I raised an eyebrow.
