The noise of the airport hurt my ears as I stepped out of the airplane. The flight had been long and exhausting, and I was sure as hell hoping whatever Ethan planned was good enough for me to come here. But I couldn't lie, I was happy to spend a few days with my big brother, even if it turned out to be pure torture.

Which it very well might be.

I picked up my backpack and suitcase from the conveyor belt and headed towards the entrance, reaching and pulling out my phone from my pocket on the way. Clicking on his caller ID ('Blue Fluff Bro'), I brought it up to my ear and listened for the sound of him answering.

'Hello?'

'Hey, Eth. Where are you?'

'Oh, Y/N! I'm here, at the airport.'

'Where? Can't see you.' I streched upwards, now standing my tiptoes, trying to get a better look around to see if I could spot him.

'I'm driving up to the entrance.'

'Well ya better hurry 'cause I'm already waiting for ya.' I looked around once more. 'Also, where am I staying? You never told me.'

'At my place, ya dumb dumb!'

'Oh, that man cave you live in with the guys? Yeah, not interested.' That place is a mess of a house. I mean, not that much of a mess, but it's in the kind of state when you leave three 11-year-old boys unsupervised in it.

'Hey, that's mean.' Tyler's voice piped up into the conversation. 'We're fun.'

'Oh, yeah, Tyler's here.'

'Oh yeah. 'Fun'. Not to mention sweaty, loud and shirtless basically ALL. THE. TIME.' I glanced around and sure enough there was a man sitting next to me on the bench looking extremely weirded out, but trying to seem like he's minding his own buisness. And for a moment, he was my only support to make sure everything I'm saying is reasonable.

Once I was there when they were working out. And besides them walking around shirtless afterwards, joking around, flexing and bragging (which was all endurable), I had no problem with it. But when they didn't shower and called the incredibly strong stench of sweat on them 'the smell of victory', I was completely and utterly grossed out.

'You like me shirtless, admit it.' Tyler said, and I could just FEEL his smirk through the call.

'Alright. That's it. I'm done. Bye guys.' I said hanging up. I like joking around with them, don't get me wrong. But that work out session scarred me for life. And now whenever Tyler talks about being shirtless and/or his muscles, I feel like puking.

Ethan tried calling me back, but I just didn't answer and instead sent him a text saying: 'How does it feel to be ignored?' with a smirky face. After all, he did ignore all of my calls.

Soon, I saw Ethan's car (he still had the same one from the last time we met up) and raised my hand, waving to get his attention. The car quickly slid over to me, Ethan in the driver's seat and Tyler next to him. He rolled down the window as he approached me.

'You're a meanie.' I guess he read the text. 'Yeah, but you still love me.' I reached my hand inside and ruffled his hair. The fluff was too irresistable. I greeted Tyler with a simple 'hey' and a highfive. Well, as high as it could go.

Ethan got out and helped me put my suitcase in the trunk. Afterwards we each got into the car, him back in the driver's seat and me in the back seat.

'So, how long is the drive to the man cave?' I knew Ethan wasn't going to tell me anything until we get to the house, and I had no other choice but to remain in the guys' house. I hadn't booked any hotel room, and it was too late to do it now.

'About thirty minutes. But don't worry, we'll keep you entertained.' Ethan said as he turned up the radio. 'Thirty minutes with you guys alone, that's too much.' I said sarcastically. 'Ha ha, so funny.' Ethan glanced back at me throught the rearview mirror.

All of a sudden Taylor Swift came on, and Ethan and Tyler began singing, me groaning but, after a few rounds of daring and begging, I reluctantly sang along as well.

Thirty minutes later, Ethan was pulling up to their driveway and I was getting out and retrieving my suitcase. 'Welcome... TO THE MAN CAVE.' He said in an announcer voice.

'Wow...' The house was huge. Not like HUGEEEEE but like, big. They moved in together a couple of months ago, when I last visited. It was, by Ethan, 'A good financial solution' since they already spend all their free time together. And they make videos together, so they save money by living together.

'I forgot how big this place was.' Ethan chuckled at my wonder next to me. 'M'lady.' He opened the door for me, to which Tyler butted in with a 'Why thank you m'sir.', entering instead of me. What a lady.

But after we laughed it off, I entered, leaving my suitcase by the door. I was excited to see Mark, since we've also been friends for a long time, but just then...

'Motherfucker!'

Just then I noticed an array of plastic bags, bags of crisps, soda cans and energy drink cans littering the floor. Sure, the house would be dirty, but you would at least see they tried to clean up when you entered. 'The hell...' I mumbled.

'THE FUCK JACK YOU CHEATED!' Mark's voice boomed from the living room.

'Nah, you're just a sore loser Markipoo.' Another voice, one that I didn't know, said before laughing.

I entered the living room, leaving Ethan and Tyler behind, only to find a sight that did not leave me angry or irrarated, but simply amazed.

'The fuck is going on here?'