Trevor has one problem: he used to be in love with Adam Cole. Not the puppy dog, batting eyelashes type of love, though. It was the heart beats faster, rendered momentarily speechless at the sight of him kind. But it's been years; he's over it now...
Trevor wakes up the next morning to an empty bed and messages in his group chat. Yawning, he focuses on the one thing he can control first and unlocks his phone. He almost wishes he didn't.
BIANCA:Trev, you better not let Adam keep you out past your birthday.
LACE:Yeah, I'm not sure I trust Adam to do right by us with those shifty eyes of his.
MIA:He's good people. Only gotta worry 'bout the mouth he's got on him.
LACE:Oh?
JOHNNY:Good to know my mind wasn't the only one that went there.
BIANCA:Y'all a mess.
LACE:Hey, sometimes my mind's in the gutters and there's no groundskeeper.
TREVOR:Yo, what the hell?
TREVOR:Why did I wake up to innuendo about my boyfriend in the group chat?
MIA:Because we love and miss you and Lacey's a damn perv.
LACE:I resent that, but this ain't about me. Like B said, don't stay in PA on your birthday!
TREVOR:I'm working the show on the 5th. Couldn't stay here if I wanted to.
BIANCA:Never know. We don't know what you two been up to in Lancaster.
JOHNNY:Oh, I'm pretty sure we have an idea.
TREVOR:My friends are all perverts. Good to know.
LACE:Since the cat's out of the bag then, Trev, quick question about Adam.
TREVOR:Lace, don't you dare.
JOHNNY:Say it! Say it! Say it!
MIA:
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LACE:I'm gonna.
BIANCA:We're literally all begging you not to. Except Johnny, but no one listens to men that short.
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