Alcohol.

The sweet release of death.

Blinks.

Oui.

AaaaaaaaAAAAAAAH.

Bad.

— ; ‘sup, ladies ??

I’m baby. Literally.

PR doesn’t MATTER RIGHT NOW.

Can I leave the house.

Ugggghhhhh. I’m losing my mind. So we have any alcohol left.

Alcohol sounds more fun at this point. Can we do both.

You’re more famous than me. I don’t think I know more than you do. I just want alcohol.

Since you have several thousand teenage girls thirsting over your Live photo wallpapers someone made on TikTok. S e e .

N...Nothing...Don’t worry about it. I know people in the music industry, and you know the acting industry . Duh .

It’s an app. Look it up ! I’m on it ! And with that, the boy is offering a wink and a cheek kiss to his fiancé before rushing to go get dressed.

— ; speaking of tiktok .

AUSTIN.

It didn’t take super long for the younger to get ready, fingers brushing through and shaking out his curls with a hum as he went to find Austin again. “Aussie!” He whined out.

NO IT’S NOT.