We both laughed. Bryce pulled into the parking spot next to Caeden’s and hopped out. He looked between the three of us. “I missed something and it was big. I know it,” he said.
Caeden ruffled his younger brother’s hair. “Don’t worry. It was just Travis, like always.”
Bryce shook his shaggy hair, once again reminding me of a dog, and said, “Want me to teach him a lesson?” he did a karate chop in the air. “I can take him,” he added.
-Bryce and Caeden

Auteur: Micalea Smeltzer