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Reddit Confession (Spencer Agnew)

Spencer's POV

I followed Shayne and Y/n onto the set we use for the Reddit videos. Y/n and I sat on the couch together while Shayne took his place in his usual seat. Y/n got up and gave her phone to Bailey who was behind the camera before taking her seat again. 

They began filming. 

"Hey guys, welcome back to the Reddit corner. I'm Shayne and joining me today is Spencer and Y/n," Shayne started. He motioned to me and Y/n as he spoke and continued. "Today, we're diving into the Reddit confessions. Now, these are all different. Some are somewhat normal, some sweet, then others are absolutely evil." He chuckled. He turned to me and Y/n. "What are you guys hoping to hear from the confessions today?" 

I glanced at Y/n. She nodded her head for me to go first. "Well, I guess I wanna see someone confess to doing something outright illegal," I snort. "It's usually expected from Reddit people, so I feel like that'd be interesting for the video." I smile, looking at Y/n as I wait for her answer. 

"That'd be a great start," she grinned. "I don't know, I think I wanna hear a crazy confession. I saw one not long ago about this guy realizing he accidentally slept with his cousin. So, something along the same lines as that." She rested back on the couch, getting comfortable for the video.

"Shayne, well, we'll see what's in store for us today. Courtney lined up a few confessions for us today based on their titles. This first one says, 'When I was in high school, I ran over our soloist's trumpet so he wouldn't ruin our chance at a championship.'" 

I shifted in my seat, intrigued at the title. 

"Ah, must've been a band kid," Y/n added. Shayne nodded and read the rest of the confession.

"When I was a senior in high school, I was a part of our successful high school band. We'd been competing all marching season and every time we were scored, we'd get points off for our soloist's errors. He was a measly sophomore trumpet player. Somehow, the directors saw so much potential in him that they never attempted to change the solo to a better player or different instrument entirely. 

"As time went on, the poor kid wasn't getting any better and the band as a whole was beginning to get frustrated. I discussed the situation with some friends and we came up with a plan. After a rehearsal, one of us would take his trumpet and I'd run over it with our drum major podiums to make it look like an accident. 

"He ended up not being able to find a trumpet to borrow and we had a saxophone player improvise his solo at the state championships that Saturday. To this day, I know it was wrong, and ruining his instrument ended up costing him a lot of money to get a new one. I still feel terrible about it and probably should've helped him instead of ruining a multi-hundred dollar instrument." Shayne took a deep breath as he finished reading and looked at us for our reactions or comments. 

"Well, I was in the band in high school, so I can see both sides of the situation. I feel bad for the kid who had the solo, but it wasn't his fault. The directors obviously didn't have the sense to do what was better for the entire group. I don't think it was right for him to ruin the trumpet though, they should've talked to their directors or tried to help the kid," Y/n explained. I agreed with everything she said. 

"Yeah, it's probably better to try and help someone instead of sabotaging them," I laughed. We discussed the confession for a moment more before Shayne moved on to the next confession. 

"Alright, next we have, 'I think I've completely fallen for my coworker.'" Shayne scrolled on the iPad. I quickly realized this was an anonymous post I made about a month ago. The entire confession was about Y/n. I shifted in my seat, trying to hide my nerves, hoping no one would figure out it was me. Y/n made a sound of endearment as she waited for Shayne to continue.

"For the past decade, I've worked at the same place. Different people have come in and out of the office and group. About three years ago, she came in. I won't say her name to keep her identity private, but I can tell you that she's the most perfect person to exist. 

"She and I work in different departments of the office. She's an artist and spends her time designing and creating artwork for our brand. She's extremely talented. Whenever she's not busy, she finds different ways to help people around the office instead of taking time off. I admire how caring and considerate she is. She's absolutely gorgeous and acts like she doesn't know. I adore her quirks and passions, and I love how she treats everyone she comes across. 

"We're great friends at the moment and I'd hate to mess that up by telling her about my feelings for her, but I truly think that she is one of the sweetest and most beautiful people to enter my life. I can't wait to spend more time with her rather it be as friends or more. I could never ask for a better best friend." 

I notice Y/n tearing up at the confession. My hands are soaked with sweat by now. 

"You alright there, Y/n?" Shayne asked. Y/n sniffed quickly and looked up to blink back her tears. 

"Yeah, that was just so sweet, oh my god. That's like...it sounded like something you'd say in your wedding vows. I can only dream of hearing someone say that about me. I really hope he gets the courage to talk to her. I don't think a lot of people understand how badly others need to hear things like that." Y/n tucked a piece of hair behind her ear and looked at me. 

"Yeah, I hope can tell her someday, that was uh, really honest." I don't say much, not wanting to stammer on my words or anything. 

Eventually, we finished filming the video. As we were taking our mics off, Y/n turned to look at me with a curious expression. I furrow my eyebrows. 

"What? Why are you looking at me like that?" I try to play off my nerves from earlier. 

"Nothing. You just seemed a bit rattled earlier during one of the confessions. Everything okay?" She crossed her arms as she focused all of her attention on me. 

"Oh, I'm fine, really. I just have some editing to get finished by the end of the week and I guess I'm mentally preparing for the work," I cough out. It's a lie- I've already finished my editing for the week. 

"I just wanted to be sure. That one confession story was so weird, that it felt familiar in some way. Maybe it was Shayne describing Courtney before they got together." She shrugged, smiling at her thoughts. I couldn't move. I continued gazing at her. I still meant everything I said in the confession, now even more so. 

"Did you mean what you said? You know, how you thought that he should just buck up and say something to the girl he likes so much?" I ask, sounding a bit winded. 

"Yeah, I hate the thought of someone missing out on an amazing relationship because they're so scared of rejection. Especially when they already have such a strong bond. It could be something better than they think." I've always known Y/n to be a romantic and optimist, but hearing her say such hopeful words gave me all of the courage I needed to finally say something. 

"Y/n?" 

"Yeah?" 

I take a deep breath, shoving my hands into my jacket pockets. I look at my feet and back up to her. "That wasn't a random person. I actually wrote that confession a while ago." 

She gasped, her eyes widening. "No way, that was you? That's why you were so tense. Who is it? Who was the confession about?" She moved closer, her interest in my love life growing. I clear my throat, giving her a weak grin. 

"Y/n, I wrote it about you. I meant every word." I stared at her, waiting for her response. She seemed dumbfounded. In a flash, she threw her arms around me digging her face into my chest. After processing what happened, I put my arms around her, resting my cheek on the top of her head. I heard her sniff and pulled her away by her shoulders to see her face. She had a couple of tears. "Woah, why are you crying?" I wiped at her face. She gave an exaggerated pouting face. 

"Those were some of the sweetest things anyone has ever said about me, Spencer. Thank you, I...I'm kind of speechless." She sniffed again and smiled. 

"Do you feel the same way? Like, would you want to start going out together?" I placed a hand on her cheek. She brought her hand up, holding mine. 

"I'd love that, Spencer."