"So, tell me again why you so happened to conveniently have your airsoft gun with you?" Wildcat questioned, leaning back on a kitchen counter next to the stove, watching Evan make himself a chocolate protein shake on the other side.

Evan shrugged in response, shaking the blending cup nonchalantly as Mini entered to repeat the same pre-workout process. "Delirious always asked about the game. Thought maybe he would want to go try it out with me in person. ..Why?" Evan looked over his shoulder, sipping his concoction, seeing Wildcat's strange expression. "I'm not lying to you. It's not like I was secretly visiting him without you guys. Even if I were, that's probably something Delirious would make me promise not to tell you guys." Mini blocked Tyler's way as he tried to follow Evan out of the kitchen to question him more.

"Get out of the way Mini," Wildcat demanded, peering down at his fellow friend.

"I love you Tyler, but you're gonna have to let this go. You know we would all do the same if we happened to find Delirious or even see him on the street somehow. I'm not about to travel miles into the sky, across the United States, with you guys at each other's throats, alright?" Mini pulled in a cranky Brian as he walked, yanking him by his not bandaged arm. "Right Brian?"

Brian groaned slightly. "I already got caught in a crossfire, I'm not getting shot again.." Like Vanoss and Mini, he made himself a protein drink for the gym, favoring his now, really sore arm.

Tyler huffed heavily and went around the other way. Nogla watched him walk into the hall towards his room, feeling something about to go down. Wildcat had the look on his face, ready to start shit. Vanoss felt his glare as he walked by him. He looked towards Nogla, who was enjoying his breakfast with the rest of the guys at the kitchen table, "Don't worry about it, he'll calm down before we leave. Ready to go?" Craig and Brian both nodded and followed Evan out the door.

Upon returning from the gym, everyone ate dinner rather quietly. Conversations were kept light and sparse, for the elephant in the room hadn't been resolved. Two elephants, in fact, named Evan and Tyler, but no one was saying names or pointing fingers of course. If it weren't obvious already by the tension in the room, it was made clear by the seating arrangement. Everyone sat at the large, glass dinner table. Evan and Tyler sat at the ends of the table, Evan opting for staring at his food or staring off into his thought while Tyler of course, stared daggers into Evan. The rest of the crew looked at one another or at the two ends of the table like children caught between a parents' quarrel.

Nogla addressed the elephants in the room as such. He leaned over on Marcel's shoulder, snuggling against his side while looking at Lui, "Is mommy and daddy going to get a divorce?"

Quickly, the rest of the children followed suit, understanding the sudden provoking. Marcel hugged Nogla's head to his chest and rested his head on his, "No, no they're just having a little PETTY FIGHT. It's nothing Nogla."

Lui in his infamous child-like voice added on, "Mini, what is mommy and daddy fighting about?"

Tyler gave a long, exaggerated, sigh, expressing his ever-growing impatience and frustration for his friends, but didn't budge. He forked and twirled another bite of pasta quietly. Evan was suddenly preoccupied on his phone while chewing on some broccoli. He kept a watchful eye on Tyler while aimlessly scrolling through some gaming article.

Mini placed his elbows on the table and clasped his hands, ready and unbashful to participate. "Well, kids! Instead of focusing on the real problem at hand, Tyler is choosing to be a dick to Evan because he doesn't trust him because Evan hid the fact that he's been knowing where Delirious lives, SO Tyler thinks he's hiding something else from all of us. Evan isn't helping the situation by clearing anything else up with the rest of us if he knows something else by looking at his phone, even though we all know he's not actually reading a goddamn thing about-" Upon stopping, Evan glanced at Mini as Mini leaned over to glance at Evan's phone. "-reviews on fucking Dragon City. Are you fucking KIDDING me Evan," Mini squealed in agitation. "Yup, Evan's getting fucked up tonight boys. Lock your doors and wear some earmuffs! There's gonna be lots of angry sex, minus the sex!"

"Shut the fuck up Mini, for fuck sake," Tyler said as he slammed his fork on the table. The clinking resounding throughout the table, hurting everyone's ears.

"Well it isn't Mini's fault we're goin' t'rough this! It's 'cause you fuckers won't just fuck each other already while, you know, the rest of us actually are thinkin' about the real problem at hand! We're about to just pack up, leave, fly to North Carolina to help Delirious, a guy we don't even know what he looks like who didn't even ask us for help while ALL OF US don't know WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON WITH DELIRIOUS AND THAT SITUATION. SO EVERYONE, CALM THE FUCK DOWN. If you cunts wanna actually be productive, how about finding all of us some fucking airplane tickets that aren't scheduled for next fuckin' year, yeah?!" Brian stood abruptly huffing, "If you ladies excuse me, I'm gonna go find out if being shot in the arm and bandaged counts towards being a handicap."

Brian took his plate and drink, walking away towards his room. The rest of the table sat silent for a while.

"Well, anything?" Marcel asked, looking between the two.

"Yeah, Evan, anything you wanna add?" Tyler quipped.

Evan clenched his teeth and sighed, pocketing his phone. "I'm not going to defend myself or apologize. Tyler has every reason to be pissed, all of us have our own reason to be. But I'm not going to try to explain myself, all of you know you wouldn't say shit either if you knew." Evan stared straight at Tyler, who was already glaring at him.

"Tyler?" Nogla insisted, giving the other partner in the argument a chance to talk.

"Damn straight I have all the reason not to trust this fucker. Yeah we all fucking know we wouldn't say anything if we knew a secret of Delirious's, but fuck dude. What's buggin' the FUCK out of me is that DAMN look you keep getting. How the hell are we supposed to help or know what the fuck you're thinking if you don't say anything, that's why I don't trust Evan." Tyler pointed straight at Evan, "It fucking pisses me off that you look like you're keeping more shit from us. We don't fucking need this right now, we don't need two fucking puzzles to solve: What The Fuck is Going On With Delirious and What The Fuck is Evan Thinking or Hiding Now?! Play now and win absolutely NOTHING! If we're gonna work as a fucking team, I expect us to fucking say shit and not play stupid games. We aren't working solo on YouTube, this is fucking real deal shit that we're supposed to just jump right into. And I'm not about to jump on a plane all the way to North Carolina just for Evan to be all 'Jinkies gang! We don't actually have to fly across the nation! HahahahaHA.'"

The rest of the table looked towards Evan as if the ball flung into his court.

Evan sighed and rubbed his temples. "Fine, fucker. ..I haven't booked any flight because that would take too damn long and we need too many tickets at a short notice."

"So what's your brilliant fucking plan?" Tyler inquired more calmly, but still agitatedly.

A phone buzzed and everyone looked around in response. Evan pulled out his phone and read a received text message before showing the rest of the table. "This is my plan. I had to wait for a response."

[Ohm]
[10:23 PM]
[Sure! Come on down guys :D!]

"The fuck does that mean? How the fuck is Ohmwrecker gonna help us?" asked Mini.

Tyler raised an eyebrow at the text. "Cause Evan knows something about Ohm too. So, what is it?"

Evan shook his head, "He doesn't care if you guys know, but you guys never asked. And you guys wouldn't believe me if I said anything anyways."

"Just fucking tell us already Evan? How is Ohm gonna get us to North Carolina faster than going to the airport?" Marcel joined in with questioning Evan out of frustration. "Get to the fucking point already."

"He's rich as fuck and owns a jet."

The table indeed didn't believe Evan and sat in silence for a solid 5 minutes. Evan let it sink in.

Surprisingly, Tyler responded first. "Is that all you're hiding?"

Evan nodded. "I got nothing else on me man."

They stared off for a few seconds before one of them broke the silence.

"Well, fuck, let's go meet the fucker. Pack your bags boys," Tyler demanded as he stood up from the table.

As Tyler walked away, Evan yelled after him, "Happy wife, happy life ay Wildcat?"

Tyler simply raised his arm without turning around, flicking him off. "Fuck you, you bottom bitch."

They both smirked, knowing all was well while the rest of the table sat confused.

"So, does that mean you guys are fucking..?" Nogla asked staring at Evan.

The rest of the table stood and walked away to repack their bags.

A/N: I'm back. c;

I may not update for a while again, but I am in the process of writing other things that have inspired me. A link to that will be on my profile c:

Sorry about the wait guys and that this is a bit of a filler chapter ~ Trying to get back into this after writing romance was not the best idea XD The story will definitely continue and I know where I want it to go, just have to type it out x_x

Hope all of you are well!