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Finn groaned as Nate and Felix laughed about something that had happened at their friend Jaycen's house. He hated hanging out with his little brother, but that was the rule for the whole summer ever since their parents had seen some news report or something. Neither of them could go anywhere with a “buddy”. Nate had convinced their parents that Felix counted as a buddy, but if Finn wanted to go somewhere, he had to go where Nate was going. He had only agreed to come along with Nate because they were going to the movies, but somehow, Felix's mom had convinced them they had time to hang out and drink lemonade. It was dumb, Finn thought. What made it a million times worse was that Felix's mom was convinced Finn was Nate's little brother, hopelessly little, so he got stuck with a sippy cup and the babyish nickname Finny. He tried to set the record straight, but neither Nate nor Felix would back him up. “And the third one's your weenie!” Nate bellowed. Even though both N...

“Nathan, time to go.” Finn called, standing at the gate of the backyard of Nathan’s best friend Felix. “In a minute.” Nathan called. “And it’s Nate.” Finn smirked. Ever since Nathan had said that he preferred Nate since it was more mature, he had taken to exclusively calling his little brother Nathan. Maybe it was revenge on Nate for having a growth spurt before him, but he did not think of it like that. “Mom needs us home now.” Finn insisted, struggling with the gate’s latch. Felix came over and easily undid it. “There you go, bud.” He said, grinning down at the older boy. Wearing nothing but his grey swimming trunks, hands placed casually on his hips, Finn could even see a little bit of peach fuzz under his arms. Was he really only ten? Sure, it was not so unheard of for a ten year old to be taller than a thirteen year old, but two of them? It bothered Finn, although he tried to hide it. “Race you to Nate!” “You’re on!” By the time the words had left Finn’s mouth, Felix had quit...