the love triangle trope, but it's actually a triangle

two come out of the closet while one cries in a closet

ross found that it was hard to concentrate on the road in a car with four drunk men.

joe, in the passenger seat, kept commenting on things he saw outside, telling ross to look. and when ross wouldn't for everybody's safety, joe started whining about it. zubin and andrew were performing karoke without music, and rob was surprisingly quiet. ross thought he was asleep. he looked back with the rearview mirror and saw him staring at the other two, with zubin bumping into him.

ross unlocked the front door and held it open for the parade of drunken men stumbling through it. he locked the door back, and went to the kitchen to get some headache medicine.

joe set his head on ross's shoulder as he rummaged around in the medicine cabinet. he could hear him mumbling quietly about something he couldn't understand. he looked back and saw andrew and zubin on the couch, talking to each other loudly about something be didn't understand. ross couldn't see rob.

"can we go to hawaii?" joe asked, suddenly audible.

"hmm..." ross pretended to think. "i'll decide tomorrow. wouldn't it be better if you went to bed tonight?"

"what? why? i'm not tired..." joe mumbled, pouting.

"because ross has to babysit until you all pass out," he explained, "and ross would really appreciate it if joe made things easier on him and went to sleep."

"can ross tell joe a bedtime story?" he giggled, knocking his head on his shoulder. "i like this game..."

ross swallowed the medicine. "if it will get joe to fall asleep, then yes, ross will tell him a bedtime story." he grabbed joe's wrist and walked him to his room, joe quietly going "yay."

zubin and andrew's conversation only seemed to get louder and louder. they nearly bounced back and forth on the couch, laughing at each other more than they should've been. rob, still, was nowhere to be seen.

"ok ok ok,," andrew tried catching his breath from how hard he was laughing. "zoobs, zoob- out of all of us, kiss marry kill??"

"but theres four of you!" zubin cried.

"then double up or something i don't fucking know!" they laughed together again.

"okay, so-,," zubin paused to giggle, "i'll... kill joe i guess, i don't know, why not? i'll... i'll marry rob, he could be a good housewife."

"he would wear one of those corny fuckin aprons," andrew said, and they erupted into giggles again.

"okay and then i'll- kiss you, andrew." he said, suddenly serious.

andrew gasped. "really?? you'll kiss me?"

"y-yea, i'll kiss you." zubin smiled at him. "i'll kiss you, like right now."

andrew leaned back on the armrest and snickered. "thats really gay zooby."

"maybe i'm a little gay for you..." he mumbled.

andrew gasped again, sitting back up excited. "do you really wanna kiss me?"

he stared at his happy face, thinking about how cute he looked. "i-i mean, yeah."

"like,, right now?" he leaned closer to him.

zubin leaned in too. "if you want to..."

they stared at each other as they got closer and closer, lips parting for the inevitable moment of their meet. and when they did, zubin felt like fireworks were exploding in his chest. everything felt so perfect all at once. his lips felt like they fit andrews perfectly, as if they were meant to be. it all felt so right to zubin. it was all so perfect...