The Perfect Touchdown
Carter whined.
“Come on, guys. At least get off your asses and do something, this is insanely depressing,” Isabelle chimed in.
“What do you expect us to do?” Noah asked.
An idea popped into my head, something Avery, Aiden and I used to do as kids.
“How about we get shit-faced drunk, and go play glow-in-the-dark bowling?”
They all perked up from the couches and floor, their eyes lit up.
“Now that sounds like a kick-ass idea, I’m in!” Carter said and hopped up off the couch.