Dang, that girl is cute, I think as I skateboard down a small back road to Chase's house. I leave my board in front of his house, and knock six times, then three, then twice, which was my way of saying, "Chase, dude! Open up the door!" And he would always know it was me.

He opens the door, wearing loose jeans, a t-shirt and an unzipped dark gray jacket. "What do you want?" He asks.

"Do I have to want something to come over?" I say, shoving past him and going inside.

"I hate you," he says.

"Love ya too, bro," I say, sitting down on his living room couch and putting my feet up.

"So, how's life?" He asks, following me to the living room.

"Well, I saw Peyton at the park with her friend, Charlie," I say, trying super hard not to blush.

"Dude, get over her," he says, annoying me. "Go for Katie Anderson. She's da bomb."

"Yeah but she's a jerk! Peyton is nice."

"Whatever, man, but don't expect me to like her."

"Fine, I won't," I say, crossing my arms and putting my chin up like a five year old.

"Okay, whatever," he mutters, and struts off into the kitchen to get something. A minute later he returns with two enormous bowls of peanut butter ice cream.

We shovel the ice cream into our mouths as we watch random cartoons that are on. Suddenly, I feel something on my face. It's a bit of ice cream. I slowly wipe it off, and then flick some ice cream off my spoon and onto his face.

"Hey!" he shouts.

"What?" I ask innocently.

"What was that for?"

"Haha, fun!" I say, laughing.

Suddenly, we both get huge blobs of ice cream on our face. We simultaneously look in the direction of the where the ice cream must have been thrown.

Kenny and Kaytlyn, Chase's seven year old twin brother and sister, are crouching behind the couch each with spoons and wicked grins. They high five, and then launch more ice cream towards us.

Chase and I grin at each other and then throw ice cream towards then, making them squeal and laugh.

Suddenly, Chase's older brother and younger sister rush out of the kitchen, also with spoons and ice cream. Does everyone in this family keep spoons and ice cream on them?

We all break into a food fight, bits of ice cream flying everywhere, the entire house laughing our butts off. I enjoy every second of it.