Plus One

A/N: Just a little peak into what's coming…

Disclaimer: Disclaimed

Day Two-Preview

Collin Cameron smiled sneakily as he pushed the front door of Brady Fuller's apartment open, Seth Clearwater hot on his trail.

It was currently eleven-forty-three and the fact that their friend wasn't around to buzz them into the building, nor to answer his phone, and hadn't opened the door—making them result to their back-up plan, the spare keys the resident have given each of them in case of emergencies—had the pair curious. Sure, Brady had been known to sleep in on occasion but he's usually wake up to answer the insistent ringing of his phone or a continuous knock at the door.

They had some news for him after all, and honestly, what kind of friends would they be if they made him wait to hear their news?

"What do you think he's doing?" Seth asked in a hushed whisper as he moved into the kitchen, pulling open the fridge to raid its contents.

Collin had to shake his head at his partner-in-crime's actions. Seth Clearwater was a twenty six year-old co-partner in a bakery that was very well known for their heavenly cupcakes, alongside his sister. It started out as a small out-of-the-kitchen business, selling their goods in various cafes and birthday parties, etc. But after two years worth of hard work, they'd opened their own shop and pulled their cupcakes from the locations nearest to their store, VanityCakes,while keeping their product in other places to keep consumers buying from a distance as well. But what really seemed to amaze the people that knew the young businessman, all business success aside that is, was the fact that he could shovel so much food into his system and maintain a lean, lithe body. When asked what his secret was Seth would simply shrug and say, "Good metabolism, I guess.

"Well," He asked as he shut the door with a soft kick as his hands worked open the wrapper of a Big-Stick, "what do you think he's doing?"

"Are really going to eat that?"

The male in question quirked an eyebrow and scoffed, "Nope, I'm gonna suck it 'till it blows a load all over my face."

With a roll of his eyes Collin tried to hide his amused chuckle by turning to slowly move down Brady's hallway towards his room, "You're gross. Just shut up and follow me."

"Bossy, much?"

Collin didn't even want to reply, just continued his sneaky trek toward the designated door. He paused for a moment to listen and turned a questioning look back to Seth as he mouthed, Sincewhendoeshesnore? To which Collin got a shrug and pursed his lips before turning back to slowly turn the knob of the door and push it open.

At a first glance into the six inch opening, Collin saw Brady resting peacefully on his back, his head resting up close to the dark wood headboard that matched everything else in his bedroom. With the faint thought of creeping up on their friend to scare him, the male in lead pushed the door open further but the full visual of the bed had him letting out a surprised, "oop!" as he jumped back, colliding with Seth and pushing him out of the room.

"What the heck! I thought we were supposed to be moving forw-"

Collin quickly reached forward to cover his friend's mouth with a hand as he held a finger to his lips with the other.

If there was anything that bothered Seth Clearwater, it was being shushed. And while he usually overlooked the occasional rude shush that he received every now and then, and given certain circumstances, he knew that a shush was warranted and so he'd quiet down. But when the hush was absolutely unnecessary, it irked the twenty-six year old to no end.

Glaring at Collin Cameron, Seth sent daggers and a warning through his eyes. He'd known Collin since his brother had dated his sister in their college years, during which time Seth and Collin were both seniors in high school—different schools though mind you. He, Collin, and Brady had been close from the get-go. Collin, however, was vastly different form Brady and himself in the sense that they had both come from hard-working families, or harsh pasts in Brady's case what with his mother abandoning him at such a young age. Collin, on the other hand, was a twenty-six year old trust-fund baby that didn't work out of necessity…oh no, he did things because he thought they'd seem fun—and that's if he wanted to work at all. While his great-grandfather had started a successful import-export industry and invested his money wisely, his grandfather and great-uncle had built on the Cameron fortune by expanding into a business—RogueInc., one of the highest profiting international film-music producing companies in the world—while his own father had built once again on the family fortune by creating one of the hottest new hotel-casinos on the strip, TheRogue. Given his inherited wealth, and clean, sophisticated, European attractiveness, you would think that he'd be content with his life; but as only Seth and Brady knew, that just wasn't the case.

Shoving his friend's hand out of his face, Seth pushed past him murmuring, "I don't know what the big deal is, let's just wa-…oh."

The words died on his tongue as he spotted Brady in the bed, but that wasn't what silenced him and Collin before him. What had them both staring, shocked and amused all at the same time, at the other man in their best friend's bed.

They couldn't see much of him, only one side of his face and a tattooed and perfectly muscled bicep. That, Collin noted as he examined the rough, masculine features of the man who rested his cheek on their friend's chest as his arm was thrown casually over Brady's waist, was where the snoring had come from.

"That whore." Seth murmured quietly, patting himself on the back for the ability to crack a joke, given the situation.

A/N: Have I got you hooked yet? Haha, well maybe if I get enough reviews y'all will get the full chapter at the end of the week (Friday or Saturday)! haha

Notoriously Yours,

GoinnGaGa

P.S. SUGAR AND SPICE IS NEXT ON MY TO-DO LIST! I SWEAR! Haha