Love At First Flight | Buddie + FireFly

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Tw: Eating Disorder, Anxiety and Depression...

~Eddie's POV~

It's been a year since my Men's Health photoshoot. A year without Buck. My manger told sources those were photoshop pictures as I am straight, catholic, and single man. I hated I agreed to those lies but it was called a closet for a reason. Today I was in a literally one digging for an outfit.
"None of these work."
I groaned and threw a shirt out of the closet I sat on.
"Dad you can't say that about every single thing you own."
"I can and I will."
I mumbled in Spanish.
"Heard that."
I eye rolled and Chris told me to come out and I laughed at his choice of words. Walking out he had an outfit on the bed.
"Now put that on and let's go. Kelly doesn't wait for no one."
I saw my Chris leave the room and I put on the outfit. It was black jeans, black undershirt, with black suit jacket that sleeves rolled up with gold glitter stripes. I matched it with a watch and black shoes that had sparkle of gold.

Walking out of house with Chris he drove as I felt the nerves bubble up again. I just wanted to pop them all but they kept reappearing.
"Dad you got this."
"Easy for you to say you won't be saying this on live tv."
Wasn't far drive after all we were in LA and the taping happened in LA.
As he pulled into the parking lot he smiled.
"Hey if you aren't ready we can cancel?"
"N-no I am ready it just .. what if I f k up it's live tv?"
Chris turns car off and shrugs.
"Then you know wait for it .. you are human. We all make mistakes."
Yeah I did big time letting Buck go.
"How did you get so wise? You definitely didn't get it from me."
"Abuela."
Ah my mother and his grandmother.
"Of course. Now let's go."
"You want me there?"
"Of course I told you first.. and I need you there when I tell the rest of this world. Or maybe everyone is asleep it is 10 PM."
Chris smiles and we left the car and I did waves at the few people who didn't get seats in the live taping of Kelly Clarkson talk show.

Sitting on a chair next to Kelly I smiled at her. She was also from Texas so I felt safe with telling her what I wanted to tell the world. She had no idea what I was going to tell her. Neither did her crew and the only who knew was Chris. He was seated front row and gave me thumbs up. I did wave in his directions making girls he was next to wave frantically. The one guy next to him lifted his eyebrow up in confusion. I chuckled little and Kelly walked out taking a seat next to me.

The cameras started rolled and I kept my eyes on Kelly not the cameras.
"Wow you are real. And not just in magazines."
Kelly said holding up a few magazines of me. I shrugged with smile.
"That I am. But I am more than what those magazines say."
She smiled and nodded.
"Oh I understand that. I don't know how many times I've been called dead or pregnant."
"See paparazzi and the press who write bad things make no sense. Let me live my life."
"Exactly. So Eddie you told my producer you had an exclusive you wanted to tell me? Like first time sharing secret. I'm honored but why now? Is it you getting into acting?"
"Oh no nothing like that. I barely can act when my photographer tells me to act like a firefighter for that photoshoot."
"Ooh that one was a good one. My cousin she's 22? And she swears by it and I'm sure boys and even nonbinary kids a like agree."
Her being from Texas I know from my friends and family they always call people kid even when they are way older than you.
"Yeah.. if you say so."
I blushed and rubbed my hands on my black jeans. Just say it Eddie. I yelled.
"So I'm .. I wanted to come on here to tell you .. and anyone who wants to know they aren't alone. I ... Eddie Diaz, a dad, catholic, am gay, and single."

~Buck's POV~

Few weeks in bed is never a good idea but when your sister finds you she rushes you to hospital, as her words I looked smaller than a toothpick. Then said doctor when she sees you says you have depression and anxiety. I stopped flying as it brought to many bad feelings. As they over weighed the good. You could say my baggage was too heavy to fly in the overhead bin. Days became weeks and those weeks turned into months in the hospital. I had to learn food again as I didn't feel like eating.