You had been Jane’s best friend for a few good years at this point- close enough to the point of letting yourself into the lane house, buying things for the fridge, and eating their food- even occasionally showering at their house. You had always had a thing for her older brother, Trent- the fact that he had immediately been eyeing you up when you had first met didn’t help that fact. You wanted to take things one step further, but he never really seemed all too bothered. And you were much too timid to start that conversation up. You laid on James bed, snacking on some chips while watching tv, before- "Can you tell me if this is any good?" Trent barged into the room, guitar in his hands. This scenario wasn’t uncommon- except this time he was in nothing but his boxers.