All you wanted was a pickle, but the jar wouldn't open. In a huff you hunted down one of your two best friends. A hand idly rubbing your pregnant belly. The two men had been a God send when your ex-boyfriend knocked you up, dumped you and then kicked you out. You followed the sounds of their voice deeper into the house

"Clearly it's supposed to go like this!" Evan argued. Trevor sighed heavily in frustration

"That's not what the instructions say," Trevor counters

"Fuck the em," Evan snaps