8 Wizzle-fish “Do you want to call your parents and let them know you’re here?” Marvin asked. “I already told them,” said Joe. Marvin tried to figure out when he could have done that. They’d been together since the flagpole. The front door opened, and Jacob came home, along with his friend Nate. Marvin was suddenly afraid that Joe might say something that would embarrass him. Jacob and Nate went to middle school. Marvin admired his older brother. He thought all of his brother’s friends were cool, but Nate was the coolest. Usually, Jacob and Nate were nice to Marvin, but sometimes they treated him like he was a stupid little kid. “Hey, Mar,” said Jacob as he tossed his backpack onto a chair. “Hi,” said Marvin. “C’mon, Joe. Let’s go up to my room.” He wanted to get out of there fast, before Joe said something weird. “What are you guys doing?” asked Nate. “Nothing,” said Marvin. “You want to play wizzle-fish?” asked Joe. Marvin felt himself redden.
