When we pull into Grandma's driveway, Charli D'amelio drives past.
"Shit, I'll give you five grand if i can park in the garage and stay there for the night," Awsten begs.
"K, I suggest turning the car on," I say quirkily. (Awsten, I'm joking, don't kys you're so sexy ahaha)
The next morning when my sister and I go to get maple syrup, he is gone. (Who the fuck keeps it in their garage??? The real question is, do you refrigerate it? My family doesn't, but my aunt and uncle do. Kinda sus if you ask me.)