Sugar Music Video Ending

Ethan and the band climbed onto the bus, the adrenaline from their performance still buzzing in the air. "Dude, that was awesome!" Ethan exclaimed, making his way to the small bathroom at the back to relieve himself.

As he disappeared, the others—Max, Carlos, and Leo—settled into their seats, already immersed in conversation.

"Man, did you see that bridesmaid?" Max started, leaning back with a sly grin.

Carlos chuckled, holding up his phone. "See her? Dude, I got her number already."

Leo smirked, shaking his head. "You guys were all over the place. Did you notice the bride? If Ethan wanted to, he could probably get her to file for divorce in a day."

They burst into laughter, and Max chimed in, "Yeah, and the groom? The way he was glaring at Ethan—I thought we were about to witness a fight!"

"You guys missed the real highlight," Leo added, a mischievous twinkle in his eye. "Did you see the chick Ethan danced with? She looked like she was about to faint. It was way too easy to get her number afterward. And, man, she was smoking hot."

Their laughter echoed through the bus, carefree and raucous.

Meanwhile, Ethan emerged from the bathroom, holding something between his fingers using a pen he'd found nearby. His expression was a mix of amusement and disgust.

"Really, guys?" he said, stepping forward and holding it up for everyone to see.

Max, Carlos, and Leo turned to look, and Carlos let out a scream. "Dude! Put that away! Why would you show us that?"

At that moment, Sarah and Rebecca entered the bus. Their eyes widened in horror when they saw what Ethan was holding.

"Ugh, gross!" Sarah yelped, while Rebecca added, "Seriously, Ethan?!"

Max, on the other hand, couldn't stop laughing.

Carlos came and took the pen with the thing and ran to the bathroom 

Sarah scrunched up her face in disgust, her eyes narrowing as she looked at Max and Leo. "You guys are pigs," she said sharply.

Max and Leo exchanged offended looks. "What? Why us? What did we do?" Max protested, throwing up his hands.

Carlos walked back in just in time to hear the exchange. The guys quickly deflected. "Instead of blaming us, why don't you point fingers at the one who actually used it?" Max said, smirking and nodding toward Carlos.

Carlos stopped in his tracks, meeting the accusing stares of both ladies. Meanwhile, Max and Leo looked amused, and Ethan—who had caused the whole scene—was casually giggling as he typed away on his phone.

Annoyed, Carlos crossed his arms. "So what? It's a damn tour. Can't someone have some fun? Not like you guys haven't had your fair share."

Max grinned. "Hey, no one's knocking you for having fun, dude. Just, you know, clean up after yourself next time."

"Yeah," Leo added with a shrug. "Take care of the place. It's not just for you."

Carlos sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. "Fine, fine. I'm sorry. I'll take care of it."

Rebecca chimed in, arms crossed. "And for the record, just because it's a tour doesn't mean you have to indulge in... that. You guys should know better."

The three men exchanged a quick glance and then burst into laughter.

Rebecca frowned, hands on her hips. "What's so funny?"

Leo grinned, leaning back as he replied. "Oh, come on, Rebecca. You know the buses are parked right next to each other after the concerts, right? We can hear everything coming from your trailer." His tone dripped with playful mockery, and he glanced at Max and Carlos when he emphasized the word trailer.

Rebecca stared at them, her expression a mix of confusion and disbelief. It was as if they were speaking in a code she couldn't quite crack. After a moment, she opened her mouth to speak, her voice laced with irritation. "What are you guys even talking about?"

Carlos smirked. "Yeah, sure, act like you don't know." His remark earned more laughter from Max and Leo.

"You guys are idiots," Rebecca shot back, her tone sharp, which only made them laugh harder.

Max leaned forward, clearly enjoying himself. "What? It's nothing to be ashamed of! We're all grown adults, and, come on, it's a tour with some seriously hot people showing up. When they can't find Ethan—since he's always off in his little dreamland—we're here to, you know, step in and comfort them. It's a win-win. And hey, if you need someone to help you with all that post-show tension, that's normal too."

Rebecca's eyes widened, and she stared at them like they had collectively lost their minds. Finally, she scoffed. "You guys do know that after every concert, I stay behind with Ethan to handle media PR, right?" Her tone carried the exasperation of someone explaining something painfully obvious to children.

The guys exchanged confused looks. "Wait, if it's not you, then it's..." Their heads turned in unison to Sarah, who was sitting quietly on the side, her face a deep shade of red. She looked like she wanted the ground to swallow her whole.

Their eyes widened as they stared at Sarah, a friend they had known since they were kids. Max broke the silence. "It can't be... can it?"

Sarah, now glaring at them, shouted defensively, "What? It's only okay when you guys do it? Some of the girls out there are really, really hot! What—leave me alone!"

Rebecca rolled her eyes, deciding she had had enough of the chaos. She made her way to the front of the bus, where Ethan was still grinning at his phone.

"What's got you smiling like that?" Rebecca asked, leaning against the seat with a smirk.

Without looking up, Ethan replied, "It's Sydney. She's... something else. Can you believe she just sent me a pic of her—" He paused mid-sentence when he noticed Rebecca's amused expression. Clearing his throat, he quickly dropped his phone onto his lap. "Uh, so, what's the next wedding? Let's get going!"

Rebecca chuckled and glanced toward the back of the bus, where Sarah and the guys were still arguing. Ethan raised an eyebrow. "Where are Tom and Jerry?"

Rebecca shrugged. "They said they had to leave. Something about seeing all they needed during the wedding."

Ethan nodded slowly. "Oh. Wait, what about the picture?"

Rebecca shrugged again. "They said they've got it, so I guess that's that."

As they talked, the bus came to a stop. Rebecca glanced out the window. "Well, that means we're at the next destination."

Ethan stood up, stretching. "Let's go rock this wedding!" he said with a laugh. The energy from the first wedding was still buzzing through him, and he was ready for more fun.

And a good time it was. They crashed eight weddings in total that day—two of which weren't even on the plan. At one, they had to fend off a bride who refused to let go of Ethan, and at another, a bridesmaid actually threw her panties at him.

It was a wild, unforgettable day for Ethan, but little did he know, it was just the beginning of the craziness he was about to unleash on the world