Isaac Pov
“Alright, get those legs up! Run straight, Sean put your damn pants back on!” I shouted, causing a laugh to spill through the group of seven and eight-year-olds I was working with.
“M-make me, o-old man!” Sean stuttered as he started to shake his batman boxers at me, smacking his bootie at the same time. I shook my head at him, trying my best to keep a straight face as a laugh escaped from my lips, moments before Sean let out a peal of laughter. I watched as Chris grabbed Sean around the waist and threw him over his shoulder, carrying the tinier boy off of the field as he beat on Chris’s back, his bare legs waving back and forth in the air as he started to cuss his best friend out for ruining his fun.
Avery was standing at the end of the field with Paisley, both of who I had
