Rivals Or Lovers
“About time, Champ! I was starting to think you and Ryan don't want your bike anymore!”
Kyle stiffened next to me as we stepped in. Mom was sitting comfortably on the couch, a show playing on the TV. She turned to us with that warm, knowing smile that always made me nervous.
“Ohh,” she said, eyes lighting up as she spotted Kyle. “And who’s this handsome boy?”
“Mom,” I warned immediately. “Don’t start.”
She ignored me completely. “You didn’t tell me you had such cute friends, Champ.”
Kyle’s face went red in half a second. “Ma’am, I—uh—thank you. I'm Kyle.”