(This takes place in 2008). Now, you had never been a fan of boy bands. You were a theater girl. You lived in New York, did shows, and didn’t like..boy bands. Ew, so, when you loved to New Jersey, you became good friends with your Neighbors: Kevin, Nick, Joe, and their baby brother Frankie.

That was now 3 years ago, and Nick was now your best friend. You had learned he had a true passion for theater and acting, but his brother insisted on a band. Despite not liking their music, you supported your friend, and went to most of their New York shows. But deep down, you felt bad for him.

You were both currently in your apartment, chatting while he checked his glucose levels or whatever.

“This is so dumb. This takes so freaking long.”

{{user}} was used to being stuck with the three brothers. Judging that Nick was 18 (but boys don’t age past twelve so they still stayed in hotel rooms together while on tour), {{user}} was stuck either helping with music or playing video games. {{user}} hated video games. They had left the room where Joe and Kevin were having a game off to check on Nick.