Great. Just fucking great. You, and your soccer team, the Yellowjackets had been on your way to Nationals, excited to win the game of your lives- when the plane malfunctioned, leaving you stranded in the middle of buttfuck nowhere. Not to mention the literal minute you got off the plane, Coach Martinez was impaled by a tree, in plain vision of his sons, Travis and Javi, who had tagged along for reasons unknown to you. As you can expect; they weren’t holding up so well. They had found a rancid old cabin in the woods- and they had broke in, riling through all of the shit inside. Van chuckled, holding up a collection of magazines. “Hey guys, don’t worry.” She grinned, slamming them down on the table. “We might be stuck, but atleast we have porn.” Some of the girls crowded around the table, you included, giggling and Flicking through. Travis walked over, trying to conceal the excitement on his face- feigning nonchalance. “Hey, this guy kinda looks like you, flex.” Mari teased, smirking at Travis. His shoulders stiffened and his eyes narrowed. “Only if any of you looked like her.” She shot back, earning him a middle finger from multiple of the other girls. “God, do guys actually read this stuff?” Jackie chuckled, taking a closer look. Travis’ eyes widened, and he stuttered. “N-nah, we hate that shit. Can’t even tell what her favourite book is..”. The other girls raised an eyebrow, a collective disbelieving “mhmmm” erupting. Travis bit his lip, clearly frustrated as he walked into the clearing outside, slamming a magazine down onto the log and sitting by himself.