"Okay. Three... Two... One... GOO!" Jack, Mark, and Felix raced down the aisle, pushing their carts. Felix pulled ahead and placed his feet along the horizontal bar, pumping a fist as he rode on it.

"Fuck yeah!" He called triumphantly. Mark hopped off the cart and ran along, trying to catch up. Felix did so as well to keep his lead. As they reached the end, Felix whooped and grinned proudly, placing his hands on his sides.

"I won, ya BIIITCHEEESSSSSS!" Felix dabbed a bit and chuckled.

"Markimoo is too cool to dab," He folded his arms before remembering his chest cam and letting them drop.

"Plus, ya did it wrong," Jack strolled up. "Now watch me."

He extended his arms out and dabbed, along with using the momentum of his extended arm to spin on his heels a few times before kneeling down, still holding his arms. The pair clapped and let out whistles as he stood back up and flashed a smile.

"Thank youuu~!" He bowed before chuckling a bit.

"Anyways, lets go and buy some SHIT!" Felix exclaimed. He cringed a bit as a woman walked by, glaring at him as she hurriedly walked off with her younger son.

"Jesus, who pissed in her cereal?" Felix muttered.

"Maybe we shouldn't be screaming curse words," Mark pointed out.

"Or screaming period," Jack added.

"Then that means you can't talk at all," Mark wrapped an arm around his brothers neck.

"Oooh, you're right," He murmured as he wrenched himself free of Mark's grasp. Thus began a montage idea they edited in to their videos.

"Pass it!" Felix called. Jack was holding bread under his arm like a football and tried to get around Mark. He finally dived between his brothers legs and threw the loaf of bread as he skidded forward on the ground.

"Ooooohhhhh!" Felix and Jack shouted as Felix slammed it forcefully into the cart. They highfived before continuing elsewhere.

"Chippity Chippity chips!" Jack tossed it over Felix's head. The Swede whirled around and dove to catch it, beating Mark to it.

"YEEEESSS! You can suck my Dick, Mark," He chuckled as he placed it into the cart.

"You're the one who bruised his elbow," Mark lifted his forearm and pointed to a small bruise just above Felix's elbow.

"Oh. Oops," He murmured. As they slowly walked off.

"Oh Shit-!" Mark fell forward and dropped a jar he'd been holding. It cracked and it began leaking over the floor.

"God, why did we run with a pickle jar?" Jack knelt down and rolled it over.

"I thought they were supposed to be plastic now, or something else because glass safety law blah blah blah," Mark pushed himself to a stand.

"Sirs?" They glanced up and saw an employee walking up. He seemed rather cross with his eyes narrowed and his arms folded.

"You three have been very disruptive and- -" He glanced down at the broken glass. "Destructive?"

"Sorry about that," Mark nodded to the mess. "But how are we disruptive?"

"You were running around screaming," The employee raised an eyebrow.

"Oh. Well, I mean, I wasn't hurting anyone or anything," Mark pointed out.

"ANYTHING?" He pointed a finger at the jar. Mark rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly.

"We can clean it up, Felix offered.

"Nah, nah. Just leave with a one week ban," He waved a hand. Felix decided not to ask about purchasing, but instead slowly walked off. The employee followed a few yards behind them, watching them as they slipped into Felix's car.

They drove in an awkward silence, not sure how to strike up a conversation- -or whether they even wanted to. At least, as they pulled up to the sidewalk, Jack kicked started.

"Should we?" He asked suddenly.

"What?" Felix glanced back at his two passengers.

"No, stupid," Mark elbowed his brother roughly.

"Should you what? What aren't you telling me?" Felix puffed out bus lower lip in a fake pout. "Pweaze?"

"I'm getting out," Mark announced briskly as he swung opened the door and shut it abruptly in Jack's face.

"Well he turned, didn't he?" Felix tipped his head.

"We both kinda have a temper, runs out through the family," Jack replied with a small shrug.

"Didn't need to slam the door in your face."

"I-I was asking a question I shouldn't have asked," Jack shifted over and popped open the door.

"But what was it?" Felix asked as he also slipped out.

"I shouldn't mention it. It's nothing," Jack waved a hand, trying to brush off the subject. Yet Felix wasn't easily persuaded.

"Can I at least get a hint?" He urged.

"Oh, Mark is calling, I better go," Jack turned and raced up to the front door leaving Felix no time to reply. He frowned a bit before slowly walking up to his house.

~~Time Skip~~

"Hello?" Mark answered from the other end.

"Hey, you finish editing the video?" Felix questioned as he leaned back on his office chair.

"A little hard on this crappy laptop, but I managed."

"Hey, if you don't mind me asking... I'm curious about the hawk carving on that necklace of yours."

"Haha," Mark replied sarcastically. "Go ahead and joke about me wearing jewelry."

"No, seriously. Is there any purpose behind it?" Felix waited a few moments afterward.

"Yes..."

"What is it?"

"Can't say. But it's nothing important," Mark shrugged.

"FUCKING CHRIST. What's with you two and secrets?" Felix scoffed, more jokingly than serious. Though it was nagging at him why there had to be a secret behind a pendant.

"What can I say? We're secretive guys. Anyways, its getting late, and Jack is already passed out on the air mattress. Better prank him before he wakes up. See ya," With that, the call ended. Felix leaned his head over the top of his seat and stared at the upside down room.

'Yay. More secrets. I'm totally not slowly becoming pissed,' He thought with a sigh. He rubbed his face with a hand before lifting his head up. Felix spun on the swivel chair and stood up onto the carpet. He decided to take his mind off things and calm down in the shower.