"Dude, I thought you were taking me home," I complain.
"I will, but I have to post a TikTok before midnight, I don't want to let my fans down. We're stopping at my place first," Awsten from TikTok explains.
"What, you literally don't need to be home for that?? You're kidnapping me."
"No ❤️."
Awsten turns on the radio. Stupid For You starts playing and he sings along. I will not stand for this. I start screeching like a pterodactyl.
"Dude, chill. I'll turn it off."
We get to his apartment and he takes out his phone.
"You're face is ruining my TikTok, you're gonna have to wait in another room." He pushes me into a closet. I am very familiar with closets, I was in one until I was 15. Don't tell my family </3.
I hear IMHSBALIDWDA blaring from his phone. I hear it loop 43 times, he's either picking a filter or obsessed with himself.
Awsten let's me out of the closet. "Come on, I'll take you home now," Awsten says.