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Unveiling the Myth Behind Kevin Hart's Height

For years, there has been speculation surrounding the height of comedic genius Kevin Hart. Standing at a modest 5 feet 4 inches, Hart has been a subject of curiosity and intrigue among fans and critics alike. However, it's time to debunk the myths and uncover the truth behind his stature.

Despite his diminutive frame, Kevin Hart's larger-than-life personality and talent have propelled him to the top of the entertainment industry. From blockbuster movies to sold-out comedy tours, Hart has proven that height is no obstacle to success. In fact, his height has become a signature aspect of his comedic style, often serving as fodder for his jokes and self-deprecating humor.

Through interviews and personal anecdotes, Hart has been candid about his height, acknowledging that while he may not be the tallest guy in the room, he makes up for it with confidence and charisma. His message is clear: embrace what makes you unique and use it to your advantage.

In a world obsessed with height and superficial standards, Kevin Hart stands as a beacon of inspiration for anyone who has ever felt limited by their physical stature. He reminds us that true greatness comes from within, not from the number on a measuring tape.

The Impact of Height on Hollywood Success

In the cutthroat world of Hollywood, where image is everything, the question of height can often loom large. For actors like Kevin Hart, who don't fit the traditional mold of leading men, breaking into the industry can be a challenge.

However, Hart's rise to fame serves as a testament to talent triumphing over physical appearance. While some may argue that height plays a role in casting decisions, Hart has proven that skill and determination are the ultimate factors in achieving success.

Moreover, Hart's success has paved the way for greater diversity and representation in Hollywood. By challenging stereotypes and defying expectations, he has opened doors for actors of all shapes and sizes to pursue their dreams.

In the end, Kevin Hart's height may have initially raised eyebrows, but it is his talent, work ethic, and resilience that have earned him a place among the entertainment elite.

Conclusion: Celebrating Kevin Hart's Height and Legacy

In conclusion, Kevin Hart's height is not merely a physical attribute but a symbol of resilience, perseverance, and unwavering confidence. Despite facing skepticism and scrutiny, Hart has risen above the noise, proving that true greatness knows no bounds.

As we celebrate his achievements and legacy, let us remember that success is not determined by how tall you stand, but by the size of your dreams and the depth of your determination. Kevin Hart may be short in stature, but he is a giant in the world of entertainment, inspiring millions to reach for the stars.

FAQs:

How tall is Kevin Hart exactly?

Kevin Hart stands at 5 feet 4 inches tall.

Does Kevin Hart's height affect his career?

While some may argue that height could be a limiting factor in Hollywood, Kevin Hart's career success demonstrates that talent and perseverance outweigh physical attributes.

Has Kevin Hart addressed his height in his comedy?

Yes, Kevin Hart often incorporates his height into his comedic routines, using self-deprecating humor to connect with audiences.

What is Kevin Hart's message regarding height?

Kevin Hart encourages people to embrace their uniqueness and not let physical attributes define their worth. He emphasizes the importance of confidence and self-belief in achieving success.

Is Kevin Hart the shortest actor in Hollywood?

While Kevin Hart is among the shorter actors in Hollywood, there are others who are of similar or shorter stature. However, his impact and success transcend his height, making him a trailblazer in the industry.

This comprehensive guide aims to debunk the myths surrounding Kevin Hart's height, explore its significance in Hollywood, and celebrate his enduring legacy as a comedic icon.

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LXGIWYL - 1. Silah paketini verir

KJKSZPJ - 2. Silah paketini verir.

UZUMYMW - 3. Silah paketini verir.

WANRLTW - Sınırsız cephane.

NCSGDAG - Tüm silah seviyenizi en üst seviye yapar.

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GTA San Andreas CAN, ZIRH ve EKİPMAN Hileleri:

HESOYAM  - Can, Zırh, $250.000

BAGUVIX  - Ölümsüzlük.

ROCKETMAN  - Jetpack verir.

GTA San Andreas Polisten Kaçma, Aranma Yıldızı, Çeteler ve Diğer Seviyelerle ilgili Hileler:

ASNAEB   - Polislerden kurtulursunuz.

AEZAKMI - Asla aranmazsınız.

OSRBLHH - Aranma seviyenize 2 yıldız ekler.

LJSPQK - Polisler tarafından 6. seviyeden aranırsınız

MUNASEF - Adrenalin modu.

KANGAROO - Mega zıplama.

IAVENJQ - Mega yumruk.

AEDUWNV - Asla acıkmazsınız.

CVWKXAM - Sınırsız oksijen.

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EHIBXQS - Çekiciliğinizi en üst noktaya çıkarır

MROEMZH - Her bölgede çeteniz olur.

BIFBUZZ - Sokakları çeteler kontrol eder.

GTA San Andreas Zaman ve Hava Durumu Hileleri:

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ICIKPYH - Çok güneşli.

ALNSFMZO - Bulutlu.

AUIFRVQS - Yağmurlu.

CFVFGMJ - Sisli.

MGHXYRM - Gök gürültülü ve fırtınalı.

CWJXUOC - Kum fırtınası.

YSOHNUL - Hızlı saat.

PPGWJHT - Hızlı oynanış.

LIYOAAY - Yavaş oynanış.

XJVSNAJ - Herz aman gece.

OFVIAC - Turuncu gökyüzü 21:00

GTA San Andreas Araba ve Araç Hileleri:

AIWPRTON - Rhino verir.

CQZIJMB - Bloodring Banger verir.

JQNTDMH - Rancher verir.

PDNEJOH - Yarış arabası verir.

VPJTQWV - Yarış arabası verir.

AQTBCODX - Romero verir.

KRIJEBR - Stretch verir.

UBHYZHQ - Çöp kamyonu verir.

RZHSUEW - Cadillac verir.

JUMPJET - Hydra verir.

KGGGDKP - Hovercraft verir.

OHDUDE - Helikopter verir.

AKJJYGLC - ATV verir.

AMOMHRER - Tanker verir.

EEGCYXT - Dozer verir.

URKQSRK - Planör verir.

AGBDLCID - Monster verir.

FLYINGTOSTUNT - Gösteri Uçağı verir

TRUEGRIME  - Temizlik Aracı verir

FOURWHEELFUN - ATV verir

WHERESTHEFUNERAL - Romera verir

CELEBRITYSTATUS  - limuzin verir

ITSALLBULL  - Dozer verir

VROCKPOKEY  - Yarış Arabası verir

MONSTERMASH - Monster Ride (4x4 dev jip) verir

GTA San Andreas Araç Özelliği ve Sürüş Seviyelerinin Hileleri:

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XICWMD - Görünmez araçlar. (motorları etkilemez)

PGGOMOY - Mükemmel araç kontrolü.

ZEIIVG - Bütün trafik lambaları yeşil olur.

YLTEICZ - Sinirli sürücüler.

LLQPFBN - Pembe trafik.

IOWDLAC - Siyah trafik.

AFSNMSMW - Uçan botlar.

BGKGTJH - Trafikte uçan arabalar.

GUSNHDE - Trafikte hızlı arabalar.

RIPAZHA - Uçan arabalar.

JCNRUAD - Ekrandaki tüm araçlar patlar.

COXEFGU - Tüm araçların nitrosu olur.

BSXSGGC - Dokunduğunuz araçlar patlar.

THGLOJ - Sakin trafik.

FVTMNBZ - Trafikte kasaba araçları olur.

VKYPQCF - Taksilere nitro verir.

VQIMAHA - Tüm araçların seviyesini en üst noktaya çıkarır.

GTA San Andreas Herkesi Etkileyen Hileler:

AJLOJYQY - Herkes birbirine saldırır.

BAGOWPG - Herkes sizden nefret eder.

FOOOXFT - Herkese silah verir.

SZCMAWO - İntihar edersiniz.

CIKGCGX - Plaj partisi.

AFPHULTL - Ninja teması.

IOJUFZN - Halk isyan eder.

PRIEBJ - Funhouse teması.

SJMAHPE - Herkese 9mm silah verir.

ZSOXFSQ - Herkese roket verir.

GTA San Andreas Kas Yapma Hileleri:

JYSDSOD - Kas seviyeniz en yükseğe çıkar

KVGYZQK - Kas ve şişmanlık seviyeniz en yükseğe çıkar

GTA San Andreas Fazla Bilinmeyen İlginç Hileleri:

Stateofemergency – Zehirli gaz

Crazytown – Ölümcül Ateş

Speedfreak – Nitro

Speedltup – Hızlı koşu

Professionalkiller – Katil Hitman

Ohdude – Helikopter

Fourwheelfun – ATV

Bagowpg – Ödül Avcısı

Bgluawml – Fırlatma Rampası

Ghosttown – Hayalet şehir

Vrockpokey – F1 Arabası

Ajlojyqy – Golf klübü sahibi olmak

Jqntdmh – Çiftlik sahibi olmak

Ubhyzhq – Büyücü yaşlı kadın

Jumpjet – Uçak hilesi

Rocketman – Roket hilesi

Celebritystatus – Zengin görünüm

Professionalskit – Pro silahlar

Jcnruad – Tuz bombası

Cpkınwt – tüm arabalar patlar

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Celebrity Status, an ongoing L(G)B(T)+ story also on Wattpad and Quotev. 

Next –>

Prologue: Interview With Jordan Hall

"Alright," talk show host Jordan Hall cleared his throat, taking an excited breath, "I've got to be absolutely honest. I've been nervous about this week's guests ever since I knew who it was going to be." 

He comically rubbed his hands down the sides of his pants. "My hands are clammy, my hair's— tell me the truth, is my hair a mess?" He ran a hand through his coiffed hair.

The audience shouted dissent, then laughed as a few viewers in the front row complimented him.

"Okay, good, good." Jordan grinned, gripping the mic a little harder, posture straightening as he walked across the stage. "I've been bugging my wife all week, blasting their music and trying to hide my hopeless crushes, I've been listening to them for way longer than that, and now I think I've stretched this introduction long enough. Without further fanboying, here's Mason, Austin, Chris, and Andrew, the boys of Nosam!"

The audience drowned out most of Jordan's words, whose noise was liable to render a person temporarily deaf. Behind them, a screen showed clips of the band, Mason shirtless and sweaty, ever the theatrical frontman. Chris and Austin nearby, bass and guitar, making faces at each other, and a shot of long hair momentarily covering Andrew's face from behind a drum set. The boys shook Jordan's hand and sat alongside the host. Jordan had to signal the crowd to quiet down when they showed no signs of stopping.

"Jordan, hi, you're like, my favorite host of all time," Chris said as he sat down between Austin and Andrew, getting a playful flick of the ear from Andrew.

Mason, closest to Jordan, leaned in close, whispering loudly. "He's only saying that because he's a kiss-up."

Jordan laughed, "You say that as if it makes a difference to me. Chris, you're my favorite bassist of all time, and I'm not only saying that because you're the only bassist whose name I know."

Chris laughed, blushing lightly after having gotten up to shove at Mason.

Jordan exhaled, looking at them. "You're all even prettier in person," he breathed wistfully, cueing laughter from everyone. He grinned, leaning forward, "Seriously, you guys are unbelievable. You took over the world so fast, and you've still got conspiracy theorists reeling. Are you aliens? Are you a government-formed group intent on putting a trance on the masses? Is there a Nosam fan cult working to boost publicity and further adding to your talent?"

Mason was leaning forward in his seat, an amused grin slowly growing on his face. Andrew looked mildly disturbed by the words coming out of the host's mouth, Austin was trying not to laugh, and Chris looked like he wanted to Google all of this.

"I don't— I think they don't want us to comment on this..." was Austin's ominous response, trying to hide a smile. Andrew nodded, expression blank.

"We will say this, though," Mason glanced at his bandmates, "we don't think Andrew's human."

Jordan gasped at this, glancing at Andrew. "Andrew? Is this true?"

Andrew met his eyes, staring and not blinking. Jordan moved as if to look away, but kept the eye contact, biting his lip nervously. Someone backstage played a suspenseful piano melody. Andrew cracked a smile that made Jordan laugh.

"I guess that's another theory to look into. So, you guys are about to go on another tour, of course. I've got to say, and I'm sure everyone else agrees, it's impressive how much energy and dedication you have. Every time I look, you guys are performing! Doesn't it get exhausting?"

Mason looked to the others. "Sometimes, yeah, but... I don't know, I guess we're addicted. It's a rush, it's being as close to fans, to people, as possible. Making them smile, feeling that intimacy, that joy. What we were always after was performing, it's our favorite part of being Nosam."

Jordan smiled. "Very lovingly put. That love and passion definitely shows at every one of your concerts. You've recently come up on five years of being together. How's that feel?"

Chris made a face. "You make it sound like we're married."

Mason laughed, pinching the cheek of the closest victim, Austin. "God, I wish, sweetheart." "Not this again," Austin groaned, moving away into Chris, which caused him to knock into Andrew, who pushed at all of them, making everyone crack up.

"As bandmates, it's interesting," Chris announced, pushing away from them and rolling his eyes good-naturedly. "But, really, it's been unbelievable. Going from cover sessions alone in my room with Mason to playing at the O2 and Madison Square Garden and The Forum— tens of thousands of people— it's— it's just more than I— we— could have ever imagined five or even two or three years ago."

Andrew had his head in his hand, leaning on the armrest as he listened to Chris, but he frowned and stared at him as he talked about the venues. "The only place we haven't played is the Bubble Bowl."

Mason wheezed loudly, joined by Austin, Chris, and the audience's equally loud laughter.

It took a second for the penny to drop, and then Jordan laughed and nodded as he responded to Chris' words. "To be honest, some people expected the Nosam hype to die down a while ago."

"But it's only gotten stronger!" Mason grinned, blowing kisses at the crowd.

"Yes, to the point you're being called the biggest boy band in the world— which, I know you guys are a little sensitive to being called a boy band—" Jordan couldn't help but laugh. "Especially with Starlight's endless teasing."

"Did somebody say Stella?" Austin joked, whipping his head towards Jordan.

Mason smirked, "Down, boy, your master's not here, so you can— ow!" He pouted as he got a well-deserved whack in the head from the guitarist.

"That is another very interesting factor in conspiracy theories. How three of you managed to date— and not just date— but fall for all the members of an all-girl band is astounding."

"Even more astounding is that Mr. Frontman is the one left single." Austin grinned mischievously, making Andrew laugh and Mason roll his eyes.

"Ha. Ha. Yes, I'm single." Mason looked to the crowd, winking. "I don't think you guys mind that much, do you?"

The crowd whooped and hollered, some of them wolf-whistling.

Jordan put a hand on Mason's arm. "It's okay, Mason. I'm sure you'll find someone soon."

"Aw, come on. Why're you guys bashing being single? Nothing wrong with it. And I get to enjoy the company of many lovely ladies. I'm charming and sociable by birth."

Jordan chuckled at that, shaking his head. "You've got a point. I do believe you on that. Oh, to be young and as incredibly attractive as you, Mason!" He put a hand to his chest, looking up to the ceiling.

Mason pouted, pointing a finger at him and getting up to hug him, "Oh, Jordan, don't do that. You're a beautiful man."

"Stop it, Mason, I'm starting to rethink my entire marriage with you holding me like this."

The audience loved that, and they cheered for everyone to give Jordan a group hug. Jordan happily drowned under the boys, making sure to remind the camera that he loved his wife, but he wouldn't mind sharing. When they finally let him go, Jordan was still smiling. "Regardless, Mason, everyone finds it hard to believe you won't find someone to tie you down." "On the contrary, I'm usually the one doing the tying." Mason wiggled his eyebrows as they sat down. "I'm not easily tamed."

"We'll see about that," Jordan grinned, motioning for the boys to follow. "I've got a game I'd like to play with you guys, it's sort of a dating game— Austin, feel free to opt out, I don't really want to get you murdered..."

Austin blushed, but actually seemed to consider it before saying, "Don't be ridiculous, Jordan."

Jules giggled at something Austin said in the interview, leaning against his twin, Rosaline's shoulder. "God. I fucking love them so much."

Rosa laughed, shoving back at him. "I know you do, dumbass. Your entire fucking life revolves around them!"

Jules scoffed. "Does not. I have a job. And school."

"And the fansite, and Nosam, and your love for Austin, and your irrational hatred for Mason–"

"I don't hate him," Jules groaned. She always said he hated Mason. He didn't hate any of them! "He's just an asshole sometimes. And he's so easy to pick on, Rose. He's a bigger whore than you!"

Rosa faked being offended, laughing a little. "No one is a bigger whore than me! Hear that? No one!"

Jules stared at her in amusement, then shook his head. "You're an enigma, Rosie."

"What did you just call me?"

"...An enigma?"

Rosaline jumped on Jules, dislodging the laptop as she tried to hit his head in retaliation for calling her Rosie. He laughed, just yelling the nickname instead, tackling her back onto the bed.

The fight ceased after she shoved a pillow over his face, and Jules laughed into it, kicking her lightly on the chest. She fell down next to him, sighing heavily. Jules pulled the pillow off his face and shoved it under his head, turning to look at her. The talk show was still playing in the background, but they'd both seen it twice already. By now, Mason was being an idiot and flirting with Jordan all over again, singing some song to him to seduce him.

Rosa looked over at Jules. "Hey, I've got a question."

"Yeah? You're my fucking twin, just spit it out."

"How come you're still at home putting up with Mom? It doesn't make sense, Julesy. She treats you like shit, and so does Derek half the time. At least with him, I understand it, he's twelve, he's rotten. But Mom..."

"I'm her kid," Jules sighed. He shrugged a little. "What she said earlier... It's just her still coming to terms. She's being pretty shitty, yeah, considering it's been about five years, but I expect it this time of month anyway. It's when the bill usually comes."

Rosa sighed. "But she's our mom. Shouldn't she love us all the same?"

Jules rolled his eyes, smiling at Rosa. "I'm sure she does. She just... doesn't show it the same. I'm fine, Rosa, I'm over it again. It's easier lately."

But that was a lie. Nothing was easier lately. He was finishing up school, soon to be a graduated music student, with no fucking idea what he'd do with his life beyond waiting tables. Maybe with his psych minor he could do some kind of music therapy, but... Even then, he'd want out of Michigan and far away from his mom and her transphobic, snippy remarks on his gender, the monthly bills from the hospital from five years ago, how he was never home to help his brother learn guitar, how he was totally unexpected when he came out just after Rosa in birth...

"I know when you're lying, baby brother," Rosa said quietly. She smiled softly at him, then kissed his forehead as she leaned up to grab the laptop again. "Hey, dude, isn't there a new interview coming out in a bit?"

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Celebrity Status

Celebrity Status, an ongoing L(G)B(T)+ story also on Wattpad and Quotev.

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Chapter Four

A month later, Jules had been down for a while. His depression was in full swing, with a baseball bat full of nails, directly in his face. He'd hardly even made it to class that day, let alone online, and hadn't even gone to work yet and felt like crying. It was taking a lot to do anything, and he felt awful because he wanted to talk to Not-Elías so bad, but couldn't think of words to say aside from

good afternoon

. And he'd hardly spoken yesterday or the day before either. He hated it.

Mason had been hearing less and less from Jules the past few days, even though he'd been sending an embarrassing amount of messages. Jules did message back most times, but when she did she was curt and sounded... off.

masonfucker1000: jules

masonfucker1000: hope ur days going okay

masonfucker1000: hey what if humans were like bees and we had smth like a fucking stinger and if we killed someone w it we died and it was the only legal way to murder

masonfucker1000: i was hanging out w some friends and we ended up playing nerf guns and i somehow got a foam bullet down my pants

familyjules: ah, the only other thing you've ever gotten down ur pants.

masonfucker1000: hey are you okay? im kinda getting worried

masonfucker1000: if someone else threw a salad at you ill kick em

familyjules: afternoon, not-elías.

masonfucker1000: afternoon!! FINALLY!! juliet hath emerged! hey what's been going on???

♦️

Juliet.

He called him Juliet.

Jules froze, staring at the message, feeling tears pricking at his eyes. He hadn't told him, no, but still... He was Jules. Jullian. Anything except Juliet.

He stared at it, then grumbled to himself. "Juliet. Not. Fucking. Juliet." He got out of the truck and slammed the door, angry now that he even had to go to work. He stood by his truck, still staring at the message, then accidentally threw his phone on the concrete in the parking lot and stomped on it.

Then he realized what he'd done. Fuck. "Fuck, fuck, fuck. God damn it! Whatever." He picked up the pieces and pocketed the SIM card, telling himself he'd just buy a new one tonight after work and ship it to his house. He was enough of a dumbass already.

He tossed them in the dumpster as he went inside.

Mason frowned when there was no reply. An hour passed, even. Nothing.

A day.

masonfucker1000: jules? are you okay?

Jules was still upset, and still had no fucking phone.

Two days.

masonfucker1000: jules, please if i did something just talk to me

And a day after that, he was still upset, but at least he had a phone.

Three. Jules had never gone three days without at least a half-assed two word message.

Whenever he was home, he just stared at the message, fuming. Not-Elías had called him Juliet. He had to know him somehow, then, and by his deadname.

On the third day, the anger got bad enough he ended up messaging.

familyjules: how the fuck do you know my name and why are you doing this

Mason had been having lunch with the band when he got the message. He dropped his slice of pizza, mouth still open in shock. His eyes widened, and he excused himself, muttering under his breath that he'd be right back.

masonfucker1000: shit dude, what? juliet?

masonfucker1000: I just sort of guessed that's what it was short for

masonfucker1000: what do you mean???

Jules scoffed, opening Rabbit as fast as he could and sending Not-Elías a link.

As soon as he entered the room, Jules glared at the camera.

"My goddamn name is not Juliet, so stop calling me that. I don't know who the fuck you are, but you must know me and want to get to me now for some reason, so just... fucking stop being a dick—"

Mason gaped at Jules as she immediately started yelling and threatening at him. Jesus fuck.

"—and tell me the truth before I have to figure it out myself and beat your fucking ass. I'm not in the goddamn mood to be led on some goose chase and deal with bigots like you or deal with people who hold some stupid grudge against me. Leave me alone if that's the fucking case, or I will figure shit out and do something."

Not-Elias: jules geez

Not-Elias: holy shit

Not-Elias: i dont understand why youre so angry but im sorry if i pissed you off okay?

Not-Elias: i wont call u that anymore

Not-Elias: message me when you've calmed down

Not-Elias left the room.

Jules was still angry when he left the room. He ended up closing it too, only to reopen it later that night, as well as the fansite. He private messaged Not-Elías a link, promising in some garbled text not to yell again.

familyjules: rabb.it/familyjules pls cone ib i promize not to yellll i midd u

familyjules: misa u

Mason had been thinking about.... whatever that had been with Jules. She'd called him a bigot and talked about grudges. And Juliet was a definite no. He had a theory he was a bit too freaked to think much on. He frowned when he got a just barely comprehensible message. God, was Jules crying or something? He immediately clicked the link.

Jules was leaning back in the chair, pouring himself a shot from the bottle of vodka, singing a Nosam song along with the YouTube video. "Not-Elías!" he exclaimed, speech a little slurred, grinning. He leaned forward too fast and spilled half the shot on his shirt. "Whoops."

He downed the rest to prevent more spillage and then took a sip of Coke. "Hi, I wanted to say I'm sorry for earlier and yelling at you because it's obvious you're not anyone from high school because you're good unlike them. They couldn't even fake it. And I wanted to explain— I'm trans and I was bullied, and I miss you a lot but I've been sad a lot lately and it's cold and cold is triggering and I'm gonna drink more now." He poured himself another shot.

Mason's eyes widened in surprise at the state Jules was in. And then he was concerned. Very concerned.

Not-Elias: is that vodka?

Not-Elias: careful!

And then he froze as Jules spoke. Trans.

Fuck. So, okay. Mason didn't know himself that well after all. That's fine. It was okay. He tried to convince himself of that even if he felt a little nauseous and increasingly out of control.

He'd been such a dick when he was younger. Defensive, reckless, disrespectful, not caring about anyone else and keeping emotions bottled in. He had pretended to be confident, created a version of himself for everyone else and believed it. And once he'd been called out by so many, by Chris, he'd realized what he'd turned into: this sexist, queer-phobic prick, like a jock straight out of a movie.

He worked so hard to figure out why and relearn how he thought about things, about people, thinking about things he said to make sure he wasn't hurting anybody. He spent so much time learning himself inside and out. Actually starting to like himself for once, no more surprises. And even if his chest was aching and he couldn't breathe from hearing Jules say that, he knew he liked Jules a lot. He knew he had to deal with it.

He wasn't straight.

But he didn't know what to think— his own secrecy had been different— but— of course they weren't dating, and online— and Mason couldn't possibly pretend he knew what being trans was like. Whatever reason Jules had had for not telling him was probably a good one, even though it hurt. Mason realized he hadn't responded, and frankly didn't know how.

Not-Elias: okay

Not-Elias: youve def been drinking too much

Not-Elias: jules

Not-Elias: why didnt you tell me?

Mason paused, biting his lip. He didn't want to sound mad, but he was kind of upset. And he deserved to know why, didn't he?

Jules knocked back the shot, then leaned forward to read his messages. "I said I was bullied... They did some online too and I'm super scared about the fansite being a lot of people who could gang up on me sometimes—" Jules's lip trembled a little and he shook his head and touok a deep breath. No crying in front of Not-Elías.

"I was scared when I started thinking more and liking you, 'cause you were new and different and I was having fun talking to you, but you said you were cis and straight and it was actually real hard to even tell you I'm bi. And it's okay if you don't like me now cause you're straight and I'm a dude, I understand that."

Mason frowned at how Jules looked close to tears, instantly angry at everyone who'd hurt her— who'd hurt him.

His stomach turned as he thought about all the times he misgendered him. Oh God, he suddenly felt really sick. All of those shes and hers crawling up his throat.

Not-Elias: oh jules

Not-Elias: no i

Not-Elias: i like you

He bit his lip. Get over it, Mason.

Not-Elias: i guess i'm just gay. go figure

Jules wiped at his face with his shirt, then remembered there was vodka all over it and pouted a little, staring down at it.

Whoa, there was a flash. Mason's breath caught. He definitely saw a nipple and— fuck. But, oh God, was Jules drunk.

Not-Elias: listen do me a favor, baby, no more shots, yeah?

Not-Elias: put the vodka away

Yes, it felt a little weird calling Jules baby for a moment, knowing he was a guy, but it still felt right. Mason was fucking gay.

Oh, poor Andrew. All alone.

Jules read the messages and wanted to cry even more. He felt so silly for hiding it for so long, especially if it was going like this. "Are you sure?" he asked, staring at the messages.

And then the few about the vodka came through and he pouted, though he was blushing a bit at being called baby again. "But I don't wanna. Tomorrow's my day off and drinking is fun!" He grabbed the bottle, cradling it against his chest. "'S like my baby."

Not-Elias: im sure

Not-Elias: a hundred percent

Not-Elias: even if youre a complete mess

Not-Elias: and you've drunk

Not-Elias: youre drunk

Not-Elias: too much more and youll be poisoned

Not-Elias: ill be your baby instead

Jules grinned, leaning forward. His leg was bouncing now. He set down the bottle. "All right," he said. "But you're my baby now. You gotta come hug me."

Not-Elias: nice okay thank you

Not-Elias: u should drink water if you can

Not-Elias: oh i want to. i will

Mason hated this, not being able to talk to Jules. Especially when he was in this state. He needed comfort, and Mason wanted to give it and— damn it, he wished he could just turn on his camera. Maybe he should. He seriously considered it and— no, not right now, when he was drunk.

Jules tuned into the music again and gasped, grinning. He sang along a little, nodding and getting up to get water like he was told, completely forgetting he was in just a tank top and underwear— not even boxers, just underwear. He came back still singing, then lifted the water so Not-Elías could see it. "Water."

Mason whined a bit as Jules stood up, looking away a second later, staring at the tour bus ceiling. Why did the world want to be so generous yet so cruel?

Not-Elias: and you said you're not a singer

Not-Elias: good! drink up!

Jules grinned, taking a drink and leaning back a little in his chair. "Oh—uh— is there anything you want to listen to? Or watch?"

Not-Elias: uhhhhhh

Not-Elias: spongebob?

Jules nodded, opening up Amazon Prime and attempting to search for it. He misspelled it a few times, but got it in the end. "Oh, this is the best episode," Jules said, grinning and hovering over the Bubble Bowl episode.

They watched one and a half episodes, during which Jules had moved from the chair to his bed, putting the laptop on the chair. Mason honestly wasn't paying all that much attention to Spongebob. Jules was so cute, his drunk commentary endearing.

At some point Mason realized Jules had fallen asleep. He smiled, eyes going soft.

He barely thought about it when he turned on the mic.

"Goodnight, Jules."

Jules, fast asleep, groaned a little. "G'night," he mumbled. "Lub you."

Mason's heart jumped to his throat.

"Jules? Are you awake?"

He blushed hard, cheeks hot. He probably wouldn't mention that part to Jules in the morning.

"Nuh uh," Jules hummed, pulling the blanket over himself better. "'m sleep."

Mason laughed lightly. "Really? Sleeptalker, huh? I'll let you sleep. Talk to you in the morning."

Mason had turned off his mic and hadn't even noticed he had fallen asleep.

"Mason? Why're you still on your computer? S' the middle of the night."

Mason jerked awake, blinking as he looked at Jules on-screen and then at Chris on the top bunk across, leaning over the bed and frowning at him sleepily.

Mason sighed, rubbing some sleep out of his eyes. "I think I'm gonna tell Jules," he said.

"What?" Austin grumbled from below Chris, turning and blinking wildly at Mason. His wavy hair was sticking up in all directions, like static or that kid from Meet The Robinsons.

"He said he's gonna tell Jules," Andrew growled from above Mason, grumpy from being woken up, but listening, blankets tugged tight over his otherwise naked body.

Chris supported his chin on his hand as he tried to get a better look at Mason's face. He was serious. "What changed finally?"

Mason sighed, panic returning as his brain turned the lights back on and told him he was supposed to be freaking out. "It keeps getting harder. And we didn't talk for a bit and— last night— tonight he— he's trans. And he was drunk— "

"Wait— "

"Did you say— "

Mason groaned, dropping his face into his pillow. "Don't--"

Andrew wheezed from above him. "Fuck."

"You're— "

"I get to say it! You dumbasses got to come out," Mason whined as he sat up. "I'm not straight. Probably, uh, pan."

Austin started laughing sleepily as he leaned up on his elbow to properly make fun of Mason.

"I saw it coming," Andrew mumbled. "But fuck you."

Chris bit his lip worriedly. "Okay, but remember when that one fan gave out your number and address even though the address was fake, but you had to change your number and— "

Mason sighed loudly. "Yes, I remember."

And he did remember. He'd thought about it quite a bit, all the worst case scenarios. Jules being pissed off at being royally catfished and outting him to the world in the worst way possible, or Jules being way too happy and outting him and not really caring about him, or Jules just completely cutting him off in shock and outrage. Mason shook the thoughts away. "Jules isn't like that. I just— I want her— him to know, I'm sick of lying."

Austin shrugged. "Okay. Your choice, man. Go for it."

Andrew hummed in agreement, giving the idea a thumbs up that Mason didn't even see, already falling asleep again. Chris sighed and smiled, "I'm sure you're right. You're a good judge of character."

Mason smiled, "Thanks."

In the morning, Jules woke up to find he'd fallen asleep on Rabbit with Not-Elias. He smiled, nuzzling his face against the pillow. He was so cute. So good. He remembered getting drunk and telling him everything, and he'd taken it in stride, just accepting...

He sighed, staring at the icon of Mason on the screen. He wished he knew him. This was just making him want to date him more, though he knew his own rules and didn't want to break them. It felt kinda shitty to feel like that, though, especially since Jules wanted to just... live, really, but it felt like there was always something holding him back. He wiped at his eyes, realizing he was crying a little. God, he was so pathetic.

Mason woke up again to see that Jules was awake. He smiled, then noticed he seemed kinda sad. Mason got up, washing his face and brushing his teeth, looking at himself in the mirror for a moment. Well, he looked as good as he usually did, he guessed. He guessed? Fuck. He was nervous. He groaned and put on a hoodie, yawning as he walked past the bunks and sat down, putting his earphones in.

Not-Elias: good morning! how're you feeling?

Jules jumped a little at the message tone, wiping his eyes again to make sure any trace of tears was gone. He disguised it as sleepy rubbing his eyes and smiled. "Morning, Not-Elias. I feel..." Jules considered telling the truth, laying on his back and staring at the ceiling. He settled on one thing. "Hungover. Kinda tired. My head hurts a little. How are you feeling?"

Not-Elias: a little flipped upside down, honestly

Not-Elias: but uh, overall, pretty good

Not-Elias: okay, actually im a little nervous

Not-Elias: hey

Not-Elias: do u know what would be cool

Not-Elias: u should play me some bass

Jules smiled. "I'm glad you're feeling okay, though. I mean— What happened is... a lot, probably. If you need to talk, I'm here. And you really want to hear me play right now? I— uh— okay." He leaned over, picking up his bass from the stand by his bed.

"I wonder if I can play it laying down." He plucked a few strings, then shifted his hands to play it. He laughed a little. "I guess I can... God, you have no idea how many times I've dropped this thing. I'm shocked it still plays." He lifted it up, grinning.

Mason smiled, watching him fondly as he grabbed the bass and played around with it, rambling and laughing. What was he even going to say? 'Hi, I'm not Elias, I'm Not-Elias, with a dash' or 'I'm Not-Elias, AKA Mason Hill AKA masonfucker1000 AKA an asshole?' or even 'Hey, it's Mason, please don't be mad at me or post about this?'.

God, everything he could think of was woefully lame. It was like his nerves had turned him into Chris.

"There's actually a really bad scratch somewhere on here, I think it's on the back... I dropped it when I first got it because my parents told me some shit, I don't even remember what, but it scared me. Oh— oh, I think it was when my grandpa died. They told me and I just... dropped it. It's funny now, because like... y'know, that was my grandpa, but— "

Mason couldn't take it any longer. He moved the mouse, cursor hovering over the camera icon. It seemed easier to do it when Jules was occupied, it made Mason less nervous than when he was looking at the screen. He turned his mic on first, then his camera, smiling. "Uh, hey," he said softly to get his attention. Hey wasn't exactly what he had wanted to say first, but fuck it. His heart was thumping in his ears.