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My best friends mom reached out asking the squad and I to come up and surprise my best friend for her birthday tomorrow. But my parents are passing through my town and I haven't seen them in so long. I'm electing to visit with my parents but I feel like the worst best friend ever. Like I am absolute trash. I've been looking forward to seeing my family for weeks. I'm so selfish. I feel so incredibly guilty because all I do is let down people.
Agh agh agh agh agh I fucked up so badly oh my god
*realizes i have homework at 12am* this is fine
I'm gonna do it, Trick thought to himself as he lifted his laptop screen and opened iMovie. I'm coming out. Finally. He took a deep breath and pressed record. No turning back now. All or nothing.
"This video's gonna be kinda weird," said Trick, nervously chuckling into the camera. "But I just gotta come clean about something I haven't been telling y'all the truth about. I've been giving it a lot of thought lately, and it really can't wait much longer."
Trick's heartbeat raced, even if his face remained cool as ever. All the years of lying by omission were coming to an end; he could no longer present himself as the person he'd been flaunting to the public since adolescence.
His parents, those former girlfriends, the team: everybody was going to know his secret. Whether or not he'd survive to actually finish the video remained to be seen --- he couldn't even begin to imagine what the potential fallout would be in the press, let alone his personal life. Good result or not, everything was certain to change.
Staring into the camera, there was no point in padding his introduction out further. "Just gonna rip the Band-Aid off and say it now. My name is Trick Barnett. I'm the second baseman of the Philadelphia Phillies --- and I also happen to be gay."
The intensity of those words rattled Trick's core. He'd told people he was gay before --usually men he'd been sexually involved with-- but never on this scale. Anybody with Internet access could see this video; would probably make national news, too.
It wasn't cockiness to assume that much, given the state of sensationalism surrounding public figures and their sexual identities. Getting photographed with a young Hollywood starlet? A passing mention in gossip columns. Coming out of the closet? Front page news on newspapers across the country. Escaping this frenzy wouldn't be possible.
"This isn't some recent revelation or anything; I've always known. Ever since third grade, when I realized that I was supposed to like girls, not boys. Pretended I was straight for nearly twenty years, isn't that crazy?" Trick laughed, mostly out of anxiety. "Not anymore. I'm gonna start being honest, for once in my life."
Telling the truth about something felt liberating; Trick made a mental note of admitting all his acts of misbehaving to his father the next time they spoke. Well, maybe not all of them. Most of them.
"I dunno if video is gonna have any effect on my career or not --- probably gonna lose a sponsorship or two because of this. But I don't care. If they aren't willing to support me for who I really am, then they were never on my side in the first place.
Trick sighed for a beat. "I just hope my amazing teammates won't see me any differently after I post this video. My family, too. I'm gonna need all the help getting through this mess..."
He hoped Anthony would be one of those people, too.
"This is already getting hella long, so I'll leave it at that. See you guys on the other side, I guess," he said, raising a hesitant thumbs-up in signing off.
Stop recording. Open Chrome. Upload to Youtube. In three steps, Trick had signed his signature on the truth --- and possibly, his career's death knell. Feeling the weight of the situation on his shoulders, there wasn't a better opportunity to sleep.
Trick closed his laptop and shut off the lights; he knew he'd wake wake up to an avalanche of concerned text messages in all-caps and any possible emoji in the keyboard, all asking him if he that video was a prank or not.
And to every last one, he'd respond the same way: a resounding, definitive no. The weirdest part? They'd be less concerned about his sexuality, and more about him being honest.
But really, who'd expect any less from a guy named Trick?
I dreamt that I had found an overwhelming amount of band merch in my basement and I woke up at 4am because of it.
It is now 5:25 and I am filled with disappointment and anger.
FINISHED SEASON 2 OF SPN
AW YISS
nononononononononono do NOT get any hopes up for romancing Solas, Amanda!! there's like one male LI left and the odds are slim as hell!