His music is too loud. Not exactly a problem, except that it's louder than mine. I jack up my iPod. My tiny speakers can't drown out the noise.
Especially since they aren't just competing with music, but laughter, splashing, screams. Fun. That's what's on the other side of the fence.
My phone buzzes and skitters across the swing's seat. Amber's name flashes on the Caller ID.
I catch it at the edge and flip it open. "Hey."
"What's all that noise?"
"You're having a party and you didn't invite your best friend?"
"Not me, the neighbors. For Ryan's graduation."
"I thought you went to his party the other day."
"I did. That was the family one, the adult one, the boring one. This is the one for his friends."
"Two parties. Sounds like a scam for extra presents."
"Pretty sure that was the point."
"Tell Ryan congrats, and that I'm stealing his idea when we graduate next year."
"Can't. I'm not there."
"Wasn't invited. Guess cause I got lumped into the invite with my parents for the other one, they left me out of this one."
"You got the crappy end of that deal."
I pick at a loose string in the swing's seat. "Whatever. I probably know more of his parents' friends than his, since they're my parents' friends, too. So what's the plan? Am I going there, or you coming here?"
"Um, actually, neither. Max's parents took his brother camping, so . . ."