Preston let out a shaky sigh, flopping back onto his bed. It was a few days after the family breakfast, and things seemed to be going downhill ever since. There was some beef between a lot of the members. He hadn't seen the Creative Crew since that morning. He had to wonder where they ran off to... He felt quite bad. They were truly good people. He recalled how James had pushed himself in front of Inge when the others were yelling at him for leaking information on Twitter and shouted at them, calling them 'a bunch of hypocritical shits'. They had stormed out moments after, and Bonkers had quickly bolted after them, leaving the entire team frozen in shock.

It's probably a good thing that they haven't came back yet. He thought, wrinkling his nose. I'm not sure those three would be exactly welcomed with open arms. Ah, well. No point in dwelling on it anymore. He sat back up, drumming his fingers on his thighs. In all honesty, he was quite bored. He had prerecorded everything for the next week, and had already uploaded his daily Factions (a/n: lmao as if) and Money Wars. He hadn't streamed in a while, and now that he thought of it, that sounded pretty fun.

With that on his mind,  he jumped off his bed, grabbing his sweater and heading out of his room. He'd found it was pretty chilly in every room other than his, Rob's and Seto's. Don't ask why he'd been in everyone else's rooms. He was usually called in for stupid things, like asking for good editing tips, or new Minecraft servers. Sometimes, they wanted a genuine chat, but he was quickly learning Team Crafted was a true business rather than a group of friends.

Heading down the first flight of stairs, he started towards the recording rooms. All but one had a red light on, meaning someone inside was filming. He passed the first one, waving at Vikk who was filming Crazy Craft by the looks of it. The British man waved frantically back before turning to scream something unintelligible at the screen. Snorting, Preston continued, walking past the other ones where it seemed Seto (who, by the way, was still having trouble with everyone), Ian, and Jason were filming in their respective offices. Finally, he reached the last one, which seemed to be unoccupied. 

Without hesitation, he reached for the handle and opened the door... Only to be met with a shocking sight.

Jerome jerked away from Mitch as if the boy had suddenly burst into flames, head snapping to stare at Preston. The two locked gazes, one set of brown eyes full of confusion, while the other pair was shining with panic. It took Mitch a moment, but he too realized they were no longer alone, and that there was a witness standing in the doorway.

The anger in Mitch's expression was enough to send shivers down Preston's spine. The flustered teen looked furious. He slowly begun to back out of the room, hand still firmly clutching the handle as he went to shut the door again.

"Wait!" Jerome suddenly exclaimed. Preston paused, turning his wide eyed stare to the brunette. "I...Erm..." He cleared his throat awkwardly, scratching at the back of his neck. "Can you, like... not mention this to anyone? Please?" His eyes grew big and desperate. "Seriously, new kid. You have no idea what-"

"I won't say a word." He replied in a soft voice. His heart was pounding. Mitch had yet to stop glaring at him. He'd be lying if he said he wasn't at least a bit afraid of the Canadian.

Jerome let out a gusty sigh, shaking his head slowly. "Thank you." He said at the same moment Mitch muttered 'He's lying.'. He turned to look at the male, giving him a pointed look. "Thank you, Preston." He repeated without taking his eyes off of Mitch, a warning in his voice.

Nodding frantically, he quickly backed out of the room, shutting the door tightly. Letting out a breath he hadn't known he was holding, he leaned back against the wall, allowing his eyes to slip shut for a moment as he attempted to process what the hell had just happened. He was brought back to reality by a soft cough, and his eyes popped open, flickering over to land on his interrupter. 

"Is something the matter? Are you feeling ill?" It was Ty again, with furrowed brows and a concerned tone in his voice. "Should I get Ad-am?" His voice cracked on the man's name, and his face immediately flushed dark red. "Err... Because, like, he's kind of the leader, I guess? I don't know. We always go to Adam when something's wrong..." His voice trailed off.

"I'm fine." Preston assured in a soft voice. "Thank you though, Ty." 

Ty nodded at the confirmation, though still seemed a bit worried. He let his gaze trail over to the recording room, taking note of the green light. "Is that occupied...?"

"Uh, no?"

"Then why's the door shut?" He asked, a frown making its way onto his lips. This was answered soon enough as the door opened and out came Jerome. The brunette stopped when he saw Ty, something harsh flickering across his face before he plastered on a fake smile.

"Excuse me." He said as he brushed past the two, heading off back downstairs. Ty watched him go with a sullen expression, clearly not fooled by the polite grin.

"Asshole." Ty muttered before turning back to Preston. "Well, uh, hey. We should... hang out sometime." He spoke in such an odd way that it reminded Preston of someone rehearsing a script. He wondered if someone had told Ty to say this. His suspicions were confirmed moments after. "How about later today? Seto and I were going to go to the movies with Brice. Um, Seto told me to bring a friend... So, like, I'm not thirdwheeling alone, I guess..."

"Aren't you and Adam good friends?"

Ty's eyes grew strangely wide. He seemed flustered as he stuttered over his words, fighting to come up with something that actually made sense. "Yeah, I-I guess. Why do you ask? Has he said anything about me?" He finally managed to get out.

"No, I'm just... wondering why you don't go with him."

"Go to the movies? With Adam?" The thought alone seemed to terrify the tiny boy. "Y-You're kidding, right?!" He squeaked, his eyes flashing in alarm.

"Uh, no...?"

"I-I'm sure he's busy..." Ty fretted, staring down at his feet. "A-and, um, Seto seems to like you more, anyways! I could always hang out with Adam... another time? J-Just, ugh! Be ready at five, okay?" He threw his hands up to cover his burning cheeks as he spun around, all but running away from where Preston stood.

The Texan watched on, both amused and perplexed. There was still a lot he had left to learn about everyone in this house... It was kind of funny seeing their reactions to certain people. Some of them couldn't even say each other's names without blushing up a storm... Mainly a certain blue eyed, brown haired music artist.

And don't think he forgot about that little recording room fiasco either.

That was on the top of his list of strange occurrences at the Team Crafted residence.

(I'm so sorry this took so long, jesus. I promise it'll never take this long again. This won't be updated, however, until I update The Sorcerer, Still a Game and possibly Forever, so it still might take a while, but never that long.)