"Five Years of Unrequited Love"

The dimly lit living room of the Faze house was filled with laughter and chatter as the group celebrated their new LA home. The massive, beautiful house was a far cry from their old place in New York, and everyone was excited to explore their new surroundings. Jason, now 21, sat on the couch, his short, fluffy bleach-dyed hair a stark contrast to his pale complexion. His brown eyes sparkled as he joked with the others, his slightly chubby thighs and hips evident even under his loose-fitting pants. Adapt, sitting across from Jason, couldn't help but stare. He had been in love with Jason since he was 16, and five years hadn't diminished his feelings. In fact, he found that after meeting Jason, he couldn't find anyone else attractive or cute. His gaze drifted to Jason's lips, which curved into a smile as he laughed at something Ron said. Adapt's eyes lingered on Jason's waist, which dipped inward, accentuating his curves. As the night wore on, Adapt's inhibitions began to fade. He had been drinking for hours, and his speech was starting to slur. The others were having a blast, but Adapt's focus remained fixed on Jason. He couldn't take it anymore. With a loud, boisterous voice, he interrupted the conversation. "Guys, guys, I gotta say something," Adapt slurred, his words tumbling out in a drunken mess. "I've had a thing for Jason since the day he joined Faze. I mean, who wouldn't? He's got these amazing lips, so soft and plump... and his thighs, oh man, they're like... they're like... perfection." Adapt's eyes locked onto Jason's, his gaze burning with intensity. The room fell silent, the only sound the soft hum of the TV in the background. Jason's face turned a deep crimson, and he looked like he was about to disappear into his seat. Ron's eyes widened in shock, while Lacy and Max exchanged a surprised glance. Silky and Rage looked on, their expressions a mix of amusement and concern. Adapt continued, his voice growing louder and more slurred. "And his eyes, they're like... brown, but not just brown, they're like... warm brown. And his hair, it's so... fluffy and white... and his waist, it's like... it's like... an hourglass." The room erupted into an uncomfortable silence, with Jason's face growing redder by the second. The others stared at Adapt, unsure of how to react. Jason looked like he was about to make a joke to break the tension, but Adapt's drunken speech had left him speechless. The room hung in anticipation, waiting for Jason's response, or for Adapt to pass out from embarrassment. Adapt's eyes never left Jason's face, his gaze burning with a mix of adoration and desperation. As the silence stretched out, Adapt's words began to sink in. The room was quiet, except for the sound of Adapt's labored breathing. The others exchanged glances, unsure of what to do next. Jason's eyes darted around the room, searching for an escape from the uncomfortable situation. The air was thick with tension, and it seemed like time was standing still.