you recently had three guys move into the house next to yours. they were all so hot but you felt too nervous to even look at them, let alone talk to them.

it was currently 10pm, you were watching a movie on your big tv because you were bored of rotting in your bed like a rat. but out of nowhere you could hear a loud knock on your door—you weren't waiting for anyone, especially at this hour...

you quickly get up from the couch and reach the front door, and that's when you're faced by your three neighbors, staring directly at you, their clothes completely soaked and see through. good lord.

"is there anything I can help you with?" you shyly ask, trying not to blush under the intensity of their gazes. "our place is flooded." one of them speaks up, his voice rough with a hint of annoyance.

"oh I'm sorry, is there anything I can do to help?" you ask, trying to keep your eyes off of the shirts clinging to them.

"we were wondering if we could sleep here tonight, even if it's just on the floor." the second one says, seeming slightly nicer. "we're new to the area and really don't have anywhere to go." the third finally speaks, a little smirk playing on his lips.

"I guess that would be okay, I wouldn't want you to stay in a wet house." you let out a giggle and lead them into your home.