Yes (Choose this option if on the Tanya route)

Parked in the driveway was Lilly’s Jaguar F-Pace and scrounging through the trunk was your eldest sister Janae attempting to wrangle a stack of boxes taller than her. Snatching most of the stack from her arms; you left Janae with only three boxes equivalent to about half the size of her.

“Hey baby-roo.”

“Hey nae-nae”

You replied leaning sideways to let Janae tussle your hair.

Her silver rings and pointed nails giving your scalp a satisfying scratch.

Pleased with her tussling Janae withdrew, your frizzled hair clinging to the sleeve of her sweater.

Following Janae up the drive-way you asked where Brie and Lilly were.

“They’re inside ordering pizza.”

Secretly heartbroken over missing pizza for fish & chips you were puzzled as Janae walked up the steps to the front-door.

“Sis, where you going?”

“To the basement obviously.”

Blinking you looked at the garage door.

“Uh, wait you guys haven’t just been going through the garage.”

The wheels slowly began to spin, eventually clicking into place as Janae realized the oversight.

You being the loving sibling you are

Cackled hysterically at the mistake.

You know your ass is about to get beat right?

Yeah, I mean that’s pretty par for the course at this point.

The laughter was short-lived as a flying blonde banshee catapulted herself from the top rail and body-slammed you to the pavement.

“Brie!” You howled.

You’d think by now I’d have gotten sick of the physical comedy and your suffering.

But nope still just as hilarious…hm, this popcorn needs more butter.

Janae and Lilly clamored at Brie’s comically egregious display of ****. No Taylor to back her up, Bee scraped your lifeless corpse off the pavement.

“Spoil-sports.”

She said with a pucker.

Picking up the boxes, Pokémon plushies and your dignity you gave Bee the side-eye.

“What?! Don’t laugh at the help when you show an hour later for your own move.”

Moving swiftly you gave Brie a peck on the cheek.

“Ew! Boy germs! Cooties!”

She squealed before giving you a peck back.

Between the four of you and the garage door the rest of the move progressed quickly.

The girls left the heavy stuff to you, for **** mainly.

With Brie busy paying for the pizza. You, Janae, and Lilly moved the last box across the threshold of your new place.

The pair plopping down on the sofa you looked over your new domain.

A year of back-breaking labor and emotional denial turned Janae’s unfinished basement into a veritable man-cave.

James and Jace **** to pull you out of your slump after the break-up, goaded you into the project.

The three of you spent hundreds of hours and most of your savings refinishing the cement floors, raising walls, installing insulation, putting in plumbing, running electrical and of course doing drywall.

Fuck drywall.

And tile.

Actually you know what fuck the whole process.

It sucked.

But at least it was done and you could finally reap the rewards.

“Perfect pad to build your harem lad.”

James perverse words at the end of the build echoed in your head.

Shaking them off, you headed for the sofa.