#Chapter451
The party
Ryker
When we got home, we strolled into the kitchen, and mom looked up from doing dishes.
/"How was school, boys?/"
/"Same old shit, different day,/" Ryder said.
He opened the fridge and searched for food.
I leaned against the counter as Dad walked in and smacked Ryder upside the head.
/"What did I tell you about your language?/"
/"Not to get caught./"
/"One of these days, your mouth will get you into trouble./"
Dad kissed mom as he pulled out pans to start dinner.
/"What about you, Ryker?/" Mom asked.
/"It was okay,/" I said.
/"By the way, there’s a party tonight,/" Ryder said.
He leaned on the counter.
/"Whose party?/" Dad asked.
/"Melanie’s./"
/"Ryder, I hate that girl./"
/"Yeah, well, I like her,/" he said with a retort.
