His fingers tugged at the hand full of tickets he had in his hands, twisting the thick paper until it looked like it would almost rip. Being Captain of the Soccer Team had it's perks, including being able to grab comp tickets for an entire house of people in an attempt to smooth at least one of the many wrinkles that seemed to be creasing his relationship with his brother these days. Maybe this would be the week that Trevor decided to show up on the sidelines to watch him play. Maybe, if Brad extended the offer to Trevor's friends (his house mates had to be his friends, right), Trevor would want to show up.
The tickets found themselves stuffed deep in Brad's pocket by the time he made his way up to the door. It was still early in the day, just before noon, and he could hear the faint sounds of hammering coming from within the house. His fist mimicked the sound against the door frame, though in a more soft manner, and Brad took a step back, expression just as hopeful as he felt.