Thomas POV
'Come on, Nate. You promised to go and support Dad; you can't go back on that now. Hurry up and get ready; it is time we left,' I yelled at Nate who was in his room down the hall.
I was watching Judy trying to get dressed and beat Nate as he got dressed quicker so they could leave, but this is what happens most of the time: when I want to go out, he tries to put it off. He had showered and shaved, picked out his shirt and jeans, and then changed his mind. Now, he is staring at the clothes on the bed, wearing only his boxes, trying to decide which shirt and jeans to wear after changing his mind again. I huffed and walked into his room, grabbed a sports shirt for our favorite team, threw it at him, and then pointed to the matching jeans.
'Get them on and out of this room in fi
