A/N: This fic is an Eclare and/or a Dreli/Edrew, depending on what chapter you choose to read after chapter 1. (: Enjoy!

"Where the hell are they?"

Adam was circling the couch, his big blue eyes frantically scouring the room for anything that could be out of place. He walked over to the TV and looked at the clock on the Comcast box, then the clock on his cell phone. Both times were the same.

"Adam, it's 8:05. You told Eli to come at 8," Drew said from his spot on the couch. He pulled the lever on the side to pull up the foot rest. He took out his phone and nonchalantly sent a sweet reply to Alli's text. Adam let out a sigh of exasperation.

"Exactly, and it's 8:05," Adam replied, emphasizing the five. He put his hands in the pockets of his baggy jeans. "You did tell K.C. and Sav it was 8?"

"Yes, Adam. For the million-and-tenth time, I made sure everyone knew to come at 8. Nobody's late yet! It's only been five minutes! You can't expect everyone to come on time." Drew reached forward to take a Dorito from the bowl on the table. "Why do you care so much anyway?"

"Last time I tried to have a guys' night, Eli bailed to hang with his frickin' girlfriend," Adam started pacing, and Drew sighed, knowing he shouldn't have gotten his brother going. "And then when I tried to have guy time with that bastard Fitz, he called me a girl. Plus I put a hell of a lot of effort into this thing! I had to figure out what football team we would all want to see play, bought a bunch of snacks and even some cake, all with my own money, and I had to try and get mom and dad out of the house, especially mom, so that nobody would get in the way!"

Drew stared at Adam. The younger boy glanced back at him, took a deep breath, and pulled his hat off. He shook his head a little, fixed his hair, and put the hat back on.

"Sorry," Adam said, sitting down on the couch next to Drew. "I don't know what's up with me. I'm kinda..."

"PMSing?" Drew suggested.

"Shut the hell up. I was going to say stressed," Adam replied, trying to shoot Drew a cold look, but Drew failed to be affected. It wasn't too much of a faux pas to comment on Adam's gender identity as long as Drew was the one doing it.

The doorbell rang, followed by a loud knock. Adam usually hated when people did both, but he was too excited to be annoyed. He hopped off the couch and nearly sprinted to the door, unlocking it and swinging it open.

"Hey," Adam said, trying to mask his excitement. Both Eli and Sav were at the door, and Adam assumed they had carpooled. He gestured for them to come in.

"Only you could get me to watch football, Adam," Eli sighed, grinning as he dropped his black messenger bag by the door, where he kicked off his shoes. Sav kicked his own off.

"I can't believe you don't like football," Sav replied incredulously, shaking his head. Drew waved the boys over to the couch. Sav plopped himself down on Drew's left while Eli took a seat on his right. Naturally, Adam sat next to his friend.

"I can't believe you do," Eli countered, smirking. Drew turned on the TV. The game was about to start. "Specifically, I can't believe you like to watch it. A bunch of guys all wearing the same thing, running around a field, crashing into each other, falling, and then walking around with a frustrated look on their sweaty faces while the camera zooms in. I don't see the appeal."

"Uh, excuse me, that's not all there is to football," Drew chimed in, raising his eyebrows at Eli. Eli countered the look by raising his own eyebrows. "What about the cheerleaders?"

"Not my type," Eli answered with a shrug.

"Excuse me? 'Not my type?' Do you have some kind of mental condition we should know about?" Sav asked, incredulous. The doorbell rang, and Adam went to answer it. Eli smirked and shrugged again.

"No," he replied. "Just like football, I don't really see the appeal."

"What's goin' on, guys?" KC greeted the boys as Adam let him into the house. The guys turned around on the couch to look at him. Eli half-waved politely, though he barely knew the guy.

"Eli doesn't think the Dallas Cowboy Cheerleaders are hot," Drew pulled KC into the conversation immediately. KC's eyes widened in surprise as he joined the group on the couch next to Sav.

"Is that even humanly possible?" he laughed. As if on cue, the screen was suddenly full of young, energetic women with obnoxiously perfect bodies jumping around. KC gestured to the screen.

"Look at that and tell me you don't think they're hot," he ordered, and the other guys watched Eli for his reaction. He looked the girls over, smirked and chuckled.

"Okay," he replied, positioning himself so he was sitting Indian-style on the couch. "I don't think they're hot."

"You, my friend, are definitely crazy," Adam agreed with the other guys, putting his hand on Eli's shoulder in mock-pity.

"Okay, so if smokin' hot, barely-clothed cheerleaders aren't your type," KC began, grabbing a can of Pepsi off the table. "Then what is?"