"Donuts, anyone?" Levi asked, bringing three whole boxes of donuts into Toby's living room. He'd bought them from the Krispe Kreme across the street, and it was always a favorite when one of the guys had a sweet tooth.

"Aw, really, Levi?" Cortez teasingly bemoaned, mouth watering at the boxes but also sad about tomorrow, "You gotta bribe us with the donuts? Like, 'Oh hey guys! Let me just feed you and hope you forget I'm going to Greece tomorrow! Uwu!'"

Levi chuckled. "You're such a baby, Cortez," he said in that super sweet, but slightly sassy tone that only Levi could get away with. "It's only for the summer, and I'll keep texting you guys and sending pictures! It'll be like I never left."

"But you ARE leaving, bro!" Cortez continued to whine. "What's I gonna do without seeing that cute face a' yours every day, ah?"

Bridge cackled like a damn hyena as soon as Cortez finished talking. "DUDE! When did the Puerto Rican become Italian? Grease has been over for a month, my man!" The boys had performed in their school's production of Grease during the spring semester. Cortez wanted to be an actor, so of course he was the drama kid, and the other three ended up sometimes joining him at auditions. It was a fun thing for them to be involved in together.

"Grease is NEVER over, my brotha," Cortez simply had to take a moment to gloat, now that Bridge had mentioned it. "That show was too much fun! I was the best damn Roger ever!"

"Oh, now it was fun?" Toby chimed in with a smirk. "Last I checked, you spent the whole process bellyaching about not being Danny or Kenickie. God forbid those parts go to seniors or anything."

"...Toby," Cortez let out the best, cruelest, most scathing and bitter and dramatic and coldhearted comeback he could think of: "You're mean."

"Love you too," Toby said, mockingly blowing a kiss at the 'best damn Roger ever.'

"Besiiiiiiides," Toby was not done with Cortez. "You're leaving for the summer too, remember? Off to racist-ass South Carolina to see your mom."

Cortez made dramatic gagging noises. "Don't remind me, bro! I'm excited to see my mom, but her neighbors are the rudest motherf- HI PAPA ROLLINS!" One of Toby's dads, the one they called "Papa Rollins," had just walked into the house with Toby's 1-year-old brother in tow, back from daycare.

"Hi Cortez," Papa Rollins greeted with a knowing smile. "Don't worry, this little guy's gonna hear much worse from us."

With a nervous laugh, Cortez tried to pretend he didn't almost cuss in front of a baby. "And, uh, Bridge! You're gonna be in Mexico, right?"

Sad as he was to be away from his buddies, Bridge couldn't help but grin like an idiot. "Soccer camp, baby! Ya boi's working his way up!" The others cheerfully gave him fistbumps and made comments about him being a superstar one day.

When that settled down, Toby chimed in. "Yeah. So great you guys get to go do cool things. And I'm. Staying. Right. Here." There was definitely not a tiny little hint of bitterness in Toby's voice, whatsoever. Nope. None at all.

"But Toby," Levi said encouragingly, "You're going to start working on your first film! That's huge!"

"I mean, yeah…" Toby muttered, considering Levi's words, but then remembering something dire: "But I'll also be working at friggin' Wallman's. Riveting." But then Toby thought for a moment, especially after seeing the slightly disappointed look on Levi's face. "You're right though, I guess it's not all bad. Thanks, Levi."

Bridge took this opportunity to finally address a little something he'd been noticing this entire time. "Besides Tobes, you got these badass new jeans on you! You got pretty good taste these days, my guy!" Bridge was referring to a black pair of jeans that was sitting in a little shopping bag right next to the couch. He'd taken it out earlier just to see what Toby had bought, and he was strangely impressed.

He was right, they were pretty nice, and very much Toby's style. They were made of 100% denim cotton, and had some big, ripped spots along the front to give it that classic "edgy teen boy" look. It was very "Toby," but these jeans were a little extra stylish for some reason.

"Oh, those?" Toby remarked, "I just needed some new pants, so I stopped by Deja Blue today. They're nothing fancy or anything." Toby didn't have much else to say on the matter, so he shrugged. To him, it was just a new pair of jeans and that was that.

"Naw man, these look cool!" Bridge had no idea why he was so enthralled with them, but here we was. They were just so… cool. Suddenly, he tossed them over to Toby. "Why don't you try them on, bro? See how they look on ya!"

Toby raised an eyebrow as he caught the jeans. "What, like… now?"

"Yeah!" Bridge insisted. "Come on man, humor me! They're probably gonna look dope!"

Toby looked at Cortez and Levi, and they both just shrugged as if to say "Why not?" Toby wasn't sure what the fascination was all about, but if it would shut Bridge up, then so be it. "Sure, whatever. I'll be right back, I guess."

There was a bathroom just as you entered the hall, to the left, so it took Toby a grand total of five seconds to hide away so he could change in privacy. While he was in there, Levi thought aloud; "I mean, they are pretty nice, to be fair."

"They're very… Toby," Cortez agreed with a laugh.

Bridge was having a field day with this. "Okay guys, when Toby comes out, we all do that girl thing where we scream and go "Omg! You look so good, boo! Aaaaaaah!"

"NO," Levi and Cortez both answered, simultaneously. "I'll die first," Cortez continued. "But YOU can do that all you want, bud." Bridge laughed at his own, oh-so-clever idea, which he was clearly joking about.

However, it was at that very moment Levi saw Toby come back out, and was immediately taken aback. "Oh my God!" was all Levi could say, as he covered his mouth with his hands. Cortez and Bridge turned to look, and Cortez's mouth hung open. "Whoa!"

Bridge beamed with joy, very proud of himself for convincing Toby to do this. "Dude! You look like a stud!"

Toby tried very hard, and failed even harder, to hide his embarrassment. "That's not a word that will ever describe me, but I'll take it."

"Seriously man, you're on fire!" Cortez lauded.

Levi would have followed suit, but he actually thought Toby looked hot as hell and didn't want to say it out loud. But his blushing face and eager nodding in agreement said it all. Of course, while Levi had no romantic feelings for any of the other three, he did always think Toby was cute.

Toby had thick black hair with some blue streaks dyed in, great skin that was made for the sun… except he didn't like being outdoors (he often joked about being a black vampire), and although he was not chubby or stocky by any means, he had just enough curves to him that you wouldn't quite call him "thin." His face didn't smile much unless he was with his friends, and he didn't shave or use any fancy skin cream, so some people considered him average-looking. But apparently he was exactly Levi's type, which was a big confidence-booster for Toby.

"Huh," Toby thought aloud, feeling a little better after seeing Levi's face, "You really think so?" So Toby looked into the mirror that hung just next to the couch where Cortez sat, and sure enough, those torn black jeans fit perfectly, lovingly hugging his waist and legs and buttocks like no jeans had ever done so before. Toby had to admit, he suddenly liked these pants a lot.

"What did I tell you, Tobes?" Bridge exclaimed, clapping his hands over Toby's shoulders and affectionately shaking him just a little. "You're a friggin' rock star! You could go on tour looking like that!"

Now Toby was getting very embarrassed, but he did appreciate the high praise. "Y'know B, if you like these things so much, you can try them on yourself."

Bridge tried to laugh off that remark, "Naw man, that's weird, I don't wear other people's clothes."

"Might as well," Toby said nonchalantly, going right back into the bathroom to change back. "Probably shoulda worn them first after all that gushing."

"Why the heck not," Cortez agreed. "Ain't gonna hurt anyone."

"What's the worst that could happen?" Levi chimed in, "You literally turn into Toby?"

Bridge chuckled. "I mean, they're pretty fire. Ah screw it. Lemme get into your pants, Toby!"

"Oh em gee. So scandalous," Toby remarked in a very deadpan tone, coming out of the bathroom and throwing them to Bridge. "Let's see it, buddy boy."

Bridge put on a cocky smile. "Say less, boss. Might as well go all out, eh?" And without losing that grin, Bridge stood in the middle of the living room for all the other boys to see, stripped off his shirt, and threw it onto the couch Levi was sitting on.

"Woooooow, really Bridge?" Cortez laughed as Bridge unbuttoned his cargo shorts, "You getting naked right here?" He jokingly held up the donut he was munching on. "RIGHT IN FRONT OF MY SALAD?"

Bridge's cocky smile widened as he pulled down his cargo shorts (thankfully, he was still wearing boxers underneath); "I know Levi's enjoying the show! Right, baby boi?" He proceeded to pose suggestively and make fake kissy noises at Levi, knowing full well that he, Cortez, and Toby were the only ones in the entire WORLD who were allowed to make gay jokes like this with Levi. If anyone else tried teasing Levi like this, the other three would immediately take it in bad faith and happily cuss them out before Levi himself could even say anything. It'd happened before. That's why Levi didn't take the slightest offense in this or any other moment from Bridge.

"Oh yes," Levi responded with a mischievous grin, "So much, I think I'm straight now."

"OOOOOOOOOH!" Cortez and Toby jeered at Bridge's expense, in a very blatant 'he got you there' kind of way. Laughing, Bridge dramatically pressed both his hands against his heart and pretended to be shot. "You wound me, Levi! So sweet, yet such a savage!"

As all four boys laughed, Bridge took the new black jeans and slipped them on effortlessly. Despite his waist being a little smaller than Toby's, the pants still fit like a glove. Bridge looked a little bit like an Abercrombie model in them.

In fact, that's what he looked like regardless. He kept his blonde hair short, with just a little bit of gel so his bangs could stick up, giving him a 2000's boyband look. His absurdly blue eyes didn't exactly help, nor did his athletic build he developed from playing soccer all his life. He definitely wasn't unpopular with the girls as a result, although he would playfully feign offense at Levi finding Toby more attractive than himself ("But I'm the sexy one," he would say in protest.)

"Duuuuuuuude, those look dope!" Cortez exclaimed. "How are they not falling off your waist?"

"You calling me fat?" Toby asked in jest, knowing full well Cortez only meant that he and Bridge were different pants sizes. Cortez playfully shoved Toby with a "Shut up, you know what I mean."

Bridge was busy flexing and checking himself out in the mirror. Needless to say, he was pleased and completely stopped caring that he was wearing someone else's pants. "Damn I gotta get myself a pair of these."

"They look so comfy too," Levi said innocently. But of course, Bridge being Bridge, he got an idea and looked at small, skinny, delicate Levi with that scary grin he always wore when he got a strange idea. "Say, Leev… I wonder how they'd look on you?"

Levi flushed up. "Oh God, I couldn't!" But no. It was too late. The other three boys liked the idea too much and gathered around him excitedly, cheering him on as he tried to resist. "Guys, I'm such a tiny man, I'll never fit into them-"

Nope. The others weren't having it. Bridge had already slipped the pants off and handed them to Levi, telling him how badass and sexy and fresh he'll look in them and pulling him up from his seat on the couch. Defeated, Levi nervously tiptoed into the bathroom as Bridge put his own pants and shirt back on.

"Okay, let's be honest," said Toby, "Levi's way smaller than us, they're not gonna fit."

"Maybe," replied Bridge, "But he should definitely wear stuff like that. He doesn't even know what a stud he is, he should start dressing like one!"

Bridge had a point; Levi was undoubtedly the "pretty boy" of the group. His big brown eyes complimented his Mediterranean skin that could tan quite well when it wanted to, and his curly black hair helped to round out his angelic look. He was also THE skinniest of the four boys by a long shot, thanks to his God-tier metabolism. He was also the shortest, almost an entire head shorter than Bridge and Toby. When he'd turn 21 in about five years, the big city gays would be all over him.

Well. To everyone's shock, Levi timidly emerged from the bathroom looking sharp as a tack, the pants forming around his lower body like a second skin.

And that's when the noise happened.

And by noise, I mean the loudest, rowdiest, bro-yest, most excited cheering that Bridge, Toby, or Cortez had let out in several weeks. It was almost obnoxious. Toby started shouting "Hell yeah! That's our QUEEN!" Cortez went into a falsetto as he bellowed "OWWWWW!" And Bridge was wolf-whistling.

Levi, naturally, blushed just hard enough that his face began to camouflage with the bright red-painted walls. "You guys are too much. I can't believe they're fitting though."

The others weren't paying that sentence any mind, they were too busy awe-ing and gushing about how good he looked. Bridge grabbed him and pulled him in front of the mirror. "Bro! Seriously, you're slaying! Look at you!"

Levi had to admit, he did like the pants. They complimented him extremely well and were comfortable to boot. Not too tight, and not too loose. He'd never worn ripped jeans before, but maybe this was a sign to change his (admittedly modest) style a little…?

"And look at that ASS!" Bridge playfully spun him around so that his back was to the mirror. "Levi Kaligaris has a booty for the AGES!" Bridge continued with way too much enthusiasm, smacking Levi's butt just hard enough so it was very loud without being painful. Honestly, if Levi hadn't known Bridge so well, he would have thought Bridge was at least bi-curious. But no. The guy was just loudly and obnoxiously supportive, and goodness knows how he accomplished that.

"I do not!" Levi protested, embarrassed beyond belief and pushing Bridge's hand off his butt. He spun around to face the mirror just in time for Bridge to quickly wrap an arm around Levi's neck and affectionately rub his knuckles on Levi's head. Mind you, Toby and Cortez did not shut up for a second this whole time.

At this point, Levi was about done being the center of attention and had to change out of these dang pants, no matter how much he liked them. So, with a nervous (but also somewhat appreciative) laugh, he excused himself and hustled into the bathroom. Then, and only then, did the other boys calm down a little. Yes, that was completely on purpose; seeing as Levi was the shyest, youngest, and most "innocent" one, this of course made it that much more fun for his three best friends to be that much louder and zanier with him.

"You know," Cortez began, "You two I can kinda see, but it is really weird those jeans fit Levi so well. He's such a smol bean."

The other boys took a moment to ponder that while Levi got changed. "I mean…" Bridge thought aloud, "Maybe it's some kind of special new fabric or something? That can, like, stretch out to fit different body shapes perfectly, or something?"

"...Yeeeeeeaah no. That's definitely not it," Toby said in no uncertain terms. He and Cortez were now both looking at Bridge with faces that screamed "This is why we don't call you the smart one."

"Well, you guys got any better ideas?" Bridge retorted. "Only other explanation would be some weird voodoo crap."

"Well, either way," Levi butted in as he emerged from the bathroom, having heard everything while he was changing, "It's only fair now that Cortez tries them on."

Immediately, without missing a beat, Cortez let out a huge, maniacal laugh that only a true heterosexual Puerto Rican man could emit. "You're funny, Levi! Can you imagine? A pair of jeans that fit all you three twinks actually fitting all of THIS!" As he emphasized "all of this," he slapped his stomach with one hand and his buttocks with the other.

Cortez was by far the largest of the four boys. With wide hips and plenty of meat on his bones, he weighed about 210 pounds. This was definitely not something to be ashamed of; in fact, his friends always told him that he wore it well. The only problem is, with his size there was exactly zero chance of those jeans fitting him nearly as well as they did the other three.

"But Cortez," Levi insisted, "At this point, my OCD demands that all four of us at least TRY them on or else it's going to bother me! What's the worst that could happen?"

"I dunno, I rip Toby's new jeans in half?" Cortez retorted, still not taking Levi's suggestion seriously.

"Meh," Toby chimed in, "I still have the receipt."

"I'm for it, let's see them on you, Cortie!" Bridge added, taking the jeans out of Levi's hands and throwing them to . And poor Cortez looked at his three friends as if they were all collectively on drugs. "...Are y'all okay? You are kidding, right?"

"Nah man," Bridge chirped, truly not seeing what the issue could be, "It's just for fun! If you want, we'll never have to talk about it again after you try them on."

Well, Cortez had to admit, the idea did amuse him a little. He chuckled a little at how ridiculous they'd probably look, they'd probably stop halfway up his legs. "I mean, it'll be pretty funny. Ah what the heck. Let's do this!"

So Cortez snatched the pants and trotted off into the bathroom to change, excited at how silly this was going to be. Maybe he could take a picture with them on, and post it on social media with a funny caption or something. Oh, this was going to be good.

…

…

…

…And then he came out, wearing the pants.

And everybody else's mouths hung open in pure awe.

"Aw come on guys," said Cortez, "I knew it was gonna be bad, but I'm just surprised they made it over my ass! Come on, let's take a picture so we can have a good laugh about it later-"

"Uh, dude…" Toby interrupted, "That's not the case. Like, at all."

"They look incredible!" Levi said in complete earnesty.