The boys next door.

There's Josh, Mike, Dallas, Steve, Ryan, and Ryan. We're almost best friends. At least Josh, Mike, and I are. Kinda, sorta. Josh tried to eat dinner with us, but the bishop told us to not let boys "hang out" with us and eat the food we make. He also tries to go to bed early, but fails most every night when we are all talking. Mike makes funny faces at us, and walks off.

It's cool.