Scott

And yet again, I had been left out. The triplets always ignore me, especially Clint and Bob, and it's even worse when they have friends around. And oddly enough, Hanson was now a group of our friends. Zac and Bob had way too much in common for their own good; it can't be healthy to have that much fun. And Clint gets along with anybody Bob gets along with, so there goes another brother. I didn't really expect Dave and Taylor to get so close, but then again, they were both drunk.

The alcohol must have been affecting me, too, because the jealous feeling I got when Dave stumbled back to his room with Taylor was definitely not normal. For some reason, it really bothered me that my youngest brother seemed so uninhibited in the presence of Taylor Hanson. I myself had been astounded by him earlier in the day, so how come Dave had the gall to get drunk and make an ass of himself in front of him? Everything about Taylor had just seemed so cool, laid-back, perfect...I wouldn't want to make him think any less of me.

I guess what bothered me the most was that Taylor was paying attention to the little twit. The whole day, Dave didn't even talk to him. But even so, I was the one stuck on the couch watching old Sean Connery movies with the ever-exciting Isaac. Joy.

Bob

"Dude, let me have a turn!" I poked Clint mercilessly for the thousandth time. Game hog.

"No way! I'm at the last level. You'll die!"

I sighed and surrendered to watching the action on the television pass me by. He was right; I probably would die. Zac and I sat on the end of my bed, studying the screen intensely as Clint pounded the buttons on the controller. I felt all three of us jumping and moving along with Lara Croft. A series of curse words floated up to us from the floor where my twin had perched, and soon enough came the inevitable.

Game. Over.

"Fuck it!" Clint screamed.

The heartbreaking words flashed on the screen and I did what any good brother would do. I laughed. Zac and I watched, obviously amused, as the controller slammed onto the floor.

"Dude, it's okay," my drummer friend was saying. "Don't worry about it. Let's just turn the thing off."

I pouted inwardly; I wanted my turn! But I didn't let it bother me. I knew there were many games to come now that Zac was around. And hey, if Zac didn't want to play anymore, neither did I. I found myself grinning as Clint reached over and clicked off the television. We finally had friends our age...And they weren't our brothers.

Dave

I pushed my door open by falling into it, then managed to trip over my foot and stub my toe. I giggled. I knew there was a lightswitch somewhere in the room; I just couldn't remember where it was. I slapped my hand randomly against the wall, groping around in the dark until I found the key to creation. "Let there be light!" I boomed, then burst into another fit of giggles and jumped onto my bed.

It bounced a few more times than I had expected, and I ended up seeing a few stars. I found the colors and patterns they made extremely interesting, and amused myself with those for a moment or two until I remembered that Taylor was in the room. Taylor. Was in my room. I laughed mindlessly again at my own good fortune.

I looked up to see him standing just inside the doorway, arms crossed and a stupid grin on his face. He seemed to be enjoying my company; or maybe he was just enjoying laughing at me. Either way, it didn't matter. Taylor was happy, and it was because of me. An amazing feeling of self-satisfaction ran through me and I suddenly had a surge of confidence.

"What?" I asked him, feeling the drunken look on my face. I noticed then that he had closed the door behind us and removed his button-up shirt, leaving a white t-shirt to cling in a most enthralling manner to his well-formed upper body. I licked my lips in what I hope was not an obvious way, but you never really know when you're drunk. My only consolation was that Taylor was drunk, too, and he might not pick up on my unconscious signals. And if he did, he'd probably forget about them by morning.

He laughed then, moving his arms away from his chest and placing them in an incredibly feminine fashion on his hips. "Dave, you're such a fag."

I started. Oh. My. God. Did he just call me a fag? Did he know? And did he hate me for it? I felt the blood drain from my face and I sobered a great deal at that moment. "W-What?" I managed to stutter.

Taylor laughed again. "I said you're a fag," he repeated. "You know, you're gay. You like guys. You're 'fruity' so to speak." He was walking toward me now, sliding his hands innocently into his back pockets.

Was he coming onto me, or was I really that drunk? I didn't know how to respond to him since I wasn't quite sure what his meaning was, so I just sat there, stunned, and watched him saunter across the room toward my sprawling form on the bed.

"Well you do, don't you?" he asked me, raising his eyebrows in the cutest little way. I watched his lips when he spoke, the precious pink flesh moving in perfect swiftness before being caught alluringly between straight white teeth. He had no problem meeting my eyes as I searched his dancing baby-blues for a clue as to where he was going. "Well, it's okay if you do, you know," he continued when I didn't answer.

He sat gingerly on my bed, looking over his shoulder at me. "I like guys," he admitted.

My heart almost jumped into my throat. "Y-You do?" I gulped. I felt my cheeks getting hot and my chest pouding. Maybe Taylor was coming onto me.

The boy sitting next to my legs nodded silently before scooting more towards the middle of the bed. "Yeah," he answered again, lying down on his side so he was facing me. "I thought everybody knew that."

"Oh...Well I didn't know," I choked out after a moment. My wildest dream was coming true, and Taylor was lying so close to me I could almost feel his breath on my neck.

"So do you?" he asked me again.

I nodded my head and looked away, blushing even more than I was before. I felt his hand catch my jaw in a gentle grasp. I turned back toward him slowly, and his eyes seemed so sweet...

"Hey, don't be ashamed of it," he said softly. "Like I said, I like guys, too."

My heart lurched again as his lips curled into a welcoming smile. "Actually, I kind of like you. That's why I asked..." Taylor's eyes fluttered shyly and he started running his thumb over my jawline. "Can I kiss you?"