He doesn’t like to make Virgil frown, so he reckons he ought to explain.“I dunno, Virg.
Now come here.” Trent smirks, promptly grabbing Virgil's shirt and pulling him closer again.He kisses him hard and Virgil kisses back eagerly. “Hey, for what it’s worth, I think you’re perfect for each other.”.That spikes his curiosity enough to peek through his fingers.“Well, for one, I’ve never seen Virgil happier than in the last few months, and that’s saying something, considering we won the Champions League just before that,” Gini jokes.
He doesn’t really want to add homophobia to that list. Part one of the plan – put Joe in a good mood – is going smoothly.“Okay...” Joe eyes him suspiciously for a second, as he picks up his coffee, blowing onto the steaming foam.
Which, at the end of the day, makes him nothing more than a walking, talking episode of Dr. Phil; [,Money got my whole family going backwards,Lyricapsule: The Surfaris Drop ‘Wipe Out’; June 22, 1963,Lyricapsule: The Byrds Drop ‘Mr. Do you think the team would be okay with it?”,“So, say, those teammates were, like, me and Virgil…”,Trent sighs. Oh- the banter! He had tried to sneak out during the day to text Virgil as often as he could, just to tell him about something funny that happened in training, or to complain about Gareth insisting in starting Tripps over him.Trent also found it very hard to sleep alone in the hotel king-size beds, after getting used to falling asleep with Virgil’s warm body by his side. But it does matter, and they’ve all tasted a bit of what it is like – racist chants coming from the stands, prejudice and bigotry all over social media. “It just slipped out. Right?As if answering his thoughts, Jurgen laughs. !” Ah. (He is going to murder him, he swears.) (Even Rhian blatantly turns off the music, the little shit. “Trent and I are together. He almost misses Robbo standing behind Alex with his arms crossed, until the Scottish left-back speaks.Trent is pretty sure his burning cheeks give away the answer, but he still puffs out his chest, mustering every bit of courage he can find.Their reactions could not be more different — Ox beaming like he won the lottery and Robbo looking very much disgruntled — yet Trent knows them well enough to recognise that he should fear them both.“Oh my days, this is great!” Ox cheers with glee.He ignores them both and sends his best resentful glare towards Joe.“I’m so sorry, Trent,” Joe apologizes.
Does he mean to tell him that they could have gotten together much sooner, instead of spending almost two fucking years nursing an agonizing crush on his teammate? Just enough to get the gist of things.” He feels Gini’s hand squeeze his shoulder.
Yet, Jurgen seems oblivious to his distress.“I suppose times have changed,” he continues. So what if Hendo’s scowling stares were slightly unsettling, and Adam’s teasing winks were downright mortifying? “We don’t do that, like.”,He sees the mocking look on Adam’s face and sulks. “It’s… okay, I guess. ).Trent frowns, irked by Adam’s teasing expression.Adam’s shoulders shake with roaring laughter, and even Hendo snorts (though his smile quickly fades back into a scowl).“Not to me, mate!” Adam says (ignoring Hendo’s pointed “Yes, it does!”). Trent wishes the ground could swallow him whole (a recurring side effect of these conversations he is beginning to notice). Virgil is nowhere to be seen, which is probably for the best, given the circumstances.“Are you alright?” Hendo asks a bit worriedly.Trent gulps loudly, and before he gives Hendo the chance to do something annoying, like checking his forehead for temperature, he blurts the news in a squeaky voice and almost unintelligible accent, and not at all like the speech he had rehearsed in his head.The skipper is not very good at masking his thoughts (he is rather shitty at it, to be fair) and Trent usually likes that about him, especially when he can tell he has done something right solely by the look of fatherly pride in Hendo’s face.The only problem is that right now Hendo’s face is turning a very deep shade of red and a little vein has popped on the side of his forehead, and he really ought to check his blood pressure, maybe cut on salt even-.“Come again?” Hendo hisses, even though Trent is pretty sure he heard him fine the first time.He takes a deep breath and leans closer to Hendo, lowering his voice to a hush.“You see, the thing is, me and Virg, we-”.Trent stops mid-sentence, mouth gaping like a fish, stunned by Hendo’s outburst.Jordan crosses his arms. i guess what i'm saying is (i fucking love you) Anney.
),“I dunno.” Trent shrugs. “But you were saying?”,“Right.” He clears his throat.
Hendo is doing the pep talk routine, Rhian has got the tunes bangin’, Dejan is joking around as usual, and Trent, well… Trent is a little distracted.He keeps glancing at the door as he changes, expecting to see Virgil come in at any second. “You know when you spend a lot of time with a person, a teammate, like, and you start having some unexpected feelings for that person,…”,“Trent,” Joe interrupts him, wearily. It’s just…” He huffs in frustration. “What did you think I was talking about?”.“Huh, nothing, boss.” He laughs in relief, and Jurgen looks at him curiously, eyes sparkling behind his spectacles.“Anyway, as I already told Alex, this music you kids listen to nowadays, it’s not very good. There is no way he could have known that the walls were paper thin.”.Trent groans, hiding his face in his hands. starts and ends within the same node.An annotation cannot contain another annotation.Briefly shedding the alter ego, a more human side of Drake emerges. “No, this isn't a date, Joe.
If I was using 320K MP3 then around 80-100 is the max - those 320K MP3 files are very large. I know I don’t have to worry about you putting the team ahead when it needs to be.”.Virgil nods, still trying to come to his senses.“Don’t look so glum,” Jurgen says, with a full-on grin. He feels that weird fuzzy feeling booming in his heart again, and, as sappy as it sounds, he hopes it never goes away.“I fucking love you,” he whispers to Virgil, unable to contain the happiness that rumbles in his chest.In fact, Trent is so happy that his arms find their way to rest softly on Virgil’s shoulders, and his feet raise of their own accord until he is standing on tippy-toes, and he thinks he might just do something stupid, like kissing Virgil in the middle of the dressing room.His eyes flicker down to his boyfriend’s lips and Virgil doesn’t step back.