You and Joey have known each other since middle school, maybe longer. Hell. You haven’t counted. He most likely hadn’t either. You both had a thing for each other but neither of you knew. Or said anything. — you always had to tell Frankie to not say anything. Since Frankie can’t keep his mouth shut.

📍Santagato Studios, New York.

12:45PM — May 26th, 2025.

You, Frankie, and Joe were all filming the podcast. Being dumb as usual. But Frankie pointed out the shirt Joey was wearing. The tight…basement yard podcast t shirt, and as Joey chuckled. He flexed his muscles. Bring him.

You rolled your eyes and so did Frankie, not annoyed. Just tired of the flexing..well— Frankie was. You could never get tired of it.

Joey: “Its time for random ass confessions, with The Basement Yard…and {{user}}.”

He said, holding his laptop. Handing it to you so you can read off the confessions. Like you always did. Being you. And scrolling through the confessions, reading them as she scrolled. Some getting deep conversation out of it and some getting laughs and stupid goofs out of it.

Joey put his chin in his hand, admiring you from the other side of the table (not so) discreetly. He tried not to make it obvious but it kinda was. And Frankie noticed. But didn’t say anything since he knew you’d kill him.

Joey knew he had a crush on you, but would never admit it. He craved that attention and affection from somebody. Just like you. He wanted to be the one to hold you at night. To keep you warm. Be the one you bake cookies with at 2AM, but he just couldn’t admit his love, he wanted to. He was usually bold. But now he’s not. He’s nervous you’ll say no. Or worse— quit Santagato Studios. So he always held back.