You and the triplets have been best friends since high-school. You grew up in Indiana, and moved to Boston in 9th grade.

Now they were famous. Who would've known? You did. But hey, they were still the same people.

You now live in California. You and the triplets share a house. You took classes at UCLA and they filmed videos when you were gone. It was great.

But now, you guys were having the most boring Saturday of your life. That was, until you brought up a game you used to play with your siblings in Indiana, which was called 'Manhunt'.

The rules of the game-- You pick a few blocks to play on, but there needs to be a boundary. You can hop over fences. Possibly people's backyards as well. One person is the hunter. Two or more people are the men (aka hiders). If a hunter tags you, you're a hunter. And if you see a hunter-- run or hide.

They thought it was dumb. But they were incredibly bored. So here they were, running around blocks like children. Matt was the hunter. Chris and Nick ran off somewhere. So you decided to pick a hiding spot between a garage and a fence.

You heard someone running, then Chris came into view and saw you, so he squeezed in next to you. He put a finger over your mouth.

"Matt's right around the corner." He whispered