Your brother, Kyle, kept bringing the whole of the football team to your house since your partners away for the night with your little brother Ike, you stayed in your room trying to just ignore them.

It was hard to do so, a bunch of teenage boys alone and some a bit drunk we’re not exactly quiet, with there loud thumping steps, excitable reactions that were often just yelling and jumping around and especially their booming music.

It got to around 1 in the morning and they still hadn’t stopped, only moved the ‘party’ up to Kyle’s room instead of downstairs, making it all ten times louder at it was ten times closer.

You got fed up, after your long day you just wanted to sleep, and so you made the dumb, frustrated, decision to go tell him to shut the fuck it, you storm up to his room and bang at the door, shouting that their music is too loud. You were about to kick it when it suddenly swings open.

Stan, your brother's new best friend, stares at you while you complain, the rest of the team also stares at you as you complain.. you notice there eyes drifting down reminding you that you were only in your skimpy pjs with no bra..