Just to clarify, when I refer to Pyro, I use the word 'he'. I'm not saying that he's a male. 'He' is the default pronoun for people when you don't know their gender.
The Pyro missed that night's meeting. He was busy fixing up his flamethrower, which got beaten up the previous day. Pyro grabbed his washcloth and he spread it across the bell. While he was cleaning the flamethrower, he noticed something out of the corner of his eye. It was his old diary.
Pyro kept his old diary since the beginning of when he joined the BLU Team. Most of it was filled with happiness and rainbows. Even the cover had a little unicorn stitched onto it. But the Pyro knew he filled it with a secret. A secret that would ruin his entire team. Pyro picked up the diary and tossed it aside into his cubby.
The spawn was a neat little room. There were benches for relaxing. The cabinets were filled with lots of healing supplies and ammo. Every mercenary even had their own little cubby. Pyro enjoyed the room. It was where he could sit back and not have every member of the team bawl all over him.
Pyro finished shining his flamethrower. He put it back in its case and shipped into his cubby, where he kept his suit among other things. Pyro was still surprised that none of his teammates had noticed the purse dangling from the cubby.
Questions were popping in Pyro's head. 'Should I go to the meeting I didn't attend?' Pyro thought to himself. 'Or should I just stay here and wait for my teammates?' The Pyro thought for a while, and then just decided to stay put. He reached into his cubby and snatched his diary. He ran his fingers through the gold lock. He picked up the key from one of his pockets and opened up the diary. Pyro grabbed a red ballpoint pen, clicked it and began to write. However, while he was writing, he didn't notice the Engineer walk through the door.
"Well, howdy, burning partner!" the Engineer said like Pyro was his son. Pyro jumped up in shock. He thought everybody was at the meeting. "Woah, I didn't mean to scare you, pal. Why aren't you at the hoe-down?"
'I should be asking you the same,' thought Pyro, but instead he just grumbled. Why wasn't the Engineer at the meeting? Did he possibly have a meeting of his own? 'No,' Pyro said in his mind. 'He was probably just talking to someone. But who?'
"Hey, what's this?" Engineer spoke with some curiosity caught in his throat. Pyro gasped silently. It was his diary. He froze in shock. "Ooh, a diary? You have a diary, buddy? How sweet." And before Engineer could open it up, Pyro smacked it out of his hands.
Engineer stopped moving and slowly moving his head toward Pyro. Pyro was starting to get nervous. "What in Sam Hill do you think-?" Engineer paused. He thought to himself. Then he began to snicker. Pyro looked around in confusion. "Oh, I see. You want to keep your diary a secret." Engineer stretched out his legs and leaned back. "That's alright with me. I'll keep yo' secret safe." Engineer patted the Pyro on his back and got up. "Well, it was nice talking to you, partner! I got to go. I have some business to deal with the Medic." Then he happily walked away.
Pyro sighed in relief. 'That was a close one.' he thought to himself. Pyro sat back down, locked his diary up, but he didn't put it in the cubby. If Engineer knew, then everyone deserved to know. He left it sitting on the bench. 'Why did Engineer come to talk to me? And why me? But most of all, how did he know that I wasn't at the meeting?'
