#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...