Rivals Or Lovers
“Good. At least he has friends who don’t let him party.”
“Mom!” I said louder this time.
“What?” she teased. “You’re not exactly innocent either.”
Before I could defend myself, small footsteps echoed down the hallway.
“Champ!”
I looked up just as my little sister, Camille, came running in wearing one of her bright pink pajamas. She stopped right in front of Kyle, blinking up at him like she had just seen a celebrity.
“Who’s that?” she asked curiously.
Kyle crouched down a little, smiling. “I’m Kyle. Nice to meet you, Camille.”