**"The Unintentional Confession"**

The Faze Clan subathon had been going on for over 20 days, and Jasontheween, along with his fellow streamers, had been live broadcasting 24/7. To celebrate their success, they had decided to have a night to remember, and what better way to do that than with a few drinks? Jasontheween, who was 20 at the time, only took a shot, while the rest of the group, all 21+, enjoyed their drinks a bit more liberally. Jasontheween, or Jason, was extremely lightweight, and it didn't take long for him to feel the effects of the alcohol. He stumbled into his room, alone, and sat down in his office chair, tears of joy streaming down his face. He was crying because he was overwhelmed with gratitude for his friends and his fame. He had never imagined that he would be streaming to over 20,000 people each day. Just as Jason was getting into his emotional moment, Ron walked in, mostly sober, with his cameraman in tow. Ron's camera was live, capturing the intimate moment, while Jason's camera, still broadcasting on his desk computer, faced his bed. Ron sat down in a folding chair next to Jason and asked if he was okay. "Hey, man, I'm proud of you, Jason," Ron said, his voice filled with sincerity. "You've done an amazing job, and I'm honored to be your friend." Jason sniffled and talked to the chat, his voice shaking. Ron listened attentively, offering words of encouragement. Just then, Lacy, another friend, stumbled into the room, his filmer in hand. He was clearly very drunk. Lacy hugged Jason, nearly squeezing the life out of him, and then flopped onto Jason's bed, listening in on the conversation. A little while later, Silky, another friend, entered the room, also very drunk but still surprisingly coherent. He had a long, motivational speech prepared for Jason, consoling him and expressing how proud he was of him. As Silky continued to talk, Max, yet another friend, walked in, shoving his camera in Jason's face. Jason had been crying for around 45 minutes, and his face was red and puffy. Just as things were getting quiet, Adapt walked into the room, extremely drunk and barely coherent. He stumbled around, making fun of Jason as he always did. "Hey, ugly, what's wrong, Chinese spy?" Adapt joked, his words slurred. Jason jokingly told him to shut up, but before he could even process Adapt's entrance, Silky continued his speech, trying to console Jason. Adapt, however, had other plans. He started petting Jason's hair, and Jason jumped out of his chair, surprised. "Ayo!" Jason exclaimed. Silky and Ron burst out laughing, while Max shoved his camera in Lacy's face, who was half asleep on the bed. Adapt continued to mess with Jason, eventually pulling his hair and hitting him with a yoga ball. Jason yelped in pain, telling Adapt to knock it off, but Adapt just laughed and continued his antics. As the room descended into chaos, Silky tried to continue his speech, but Adapt kept interrupting. Max joined in, talking over Silky, and Jason just sat there, still crying. And then, in a moment that would change everything, Adapt started speaking loudly, his drunken ramblings directed at Jason. "I'm so happy I met you, Jason... I'm so proud of you... You're... you're... " The room fell silent as Adapt stumbled over his words. "...you're so... attractive," Adapt slurred, the words spilling out of his mouth like a confession. The room went silent. Thousands of viewers in the comments spammed "ayo" or "gay". Jason's already red face became even redder. Silky was the first to talk, his voice laced with surprise. "Uh, Adapt, do you know you're talking to Jason and not some chick?" Adapt looked at Jason, his expression blank, and nodded, still trying to process what he had just said. "Yeah... I mean... I like you, Jason," Adapt admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. The room erupted into chaos, with viewers reacting to Adapt's unintentional confession. Lacy, who had been half asleep, was now jolted awake, his eyes wide with surprise. Max's expression was hard to read, but he looked jealous, his eyes narrowing slightly. As the room continued to react, Adapt just stood there, his face a picture of shock and confusion, unsure of what he had just done.