“Summer!” cried Joey. “It’s finally over!” I had just gotten dressed for school. “What’s over?” I asked.
“SCHOOL!” screamed Joey. Oh dear god. There I went using Kevin’s line again. But school was over? Yes, finally! Then, there was a knock on the front door. It was Joe. He was in his swim trunks, shirtless. I didn’t know he actually had muscles.
“HAPPY SUMMER !” he screamed. “HEY LITTLE JOE !” he cried to my brother.
“HEY BIG JOE !” I guess this was a big Joe little Joe moment.
Joe was about to pick up my little brother when little Joe realized he was shirtless. A lot of people would die to see this but not him.
“Don’t touch me!” said little Joe. He ran up the stairs.
“Wanna go swimming?” Joe asked me.
“Yes!” I cried. I ran upstairs and threw on my bathing suit. When, I got down stairs Joe was going bananas.
“SUMMER!” he cried. “IT’S HERE ! NO MORE SCHOOL ! NO MORE !” He stopped dead when he saw me. Great, did I do something now?
“Whoa,” he said. I blushed.
“What?”
“Whoa,” he said again. I was beat red.