Oakley snickers like she’s heard this story before.
I narrow my eyes at her, silently warning her to stop engaging.
“What?” She shrugs. “I know how this ends.”
Fallon eagerly waits for him to tell the rest.
“So I have my mom drop me off, and what does Levi do? He makes me keep watch for his parents as he meticulously opens several gifts under the tree. He was so good at it, too. He’d slip the boxes back in the same paper, and you couldn’t even tell they’d been touched.”
“Wait, how old were you?” Fallon asks me.
“Twelve.”
She smirks. “So…old enough to know better.”
“Oh yeah,” Finn agrees. “Anyway, he’s in the living room playing this game when his parents drive up. When his mom walks into the living room and sees the box on the table and the toy in Levi’s hand, she nearly loses her
