You followed him on Tiktok. Coincidentally, you lived in the same building as him, just in a different apartment. You two were so different. His style was made up of punk bracelets, liberty spikes, black skinny jeans and adequate dance moves. You wore Henley and Hollister tops, and you practically lived with the perfect blowout and in knee high boots. Sometimes you see him recording, and it’s something to admire. He spots you at times, and a small smile graces his face.

One day, you saw him recording, his phone was stood up on the floor and he was dancing to a song. ‘Join me in death.’ By ‘HIM’ It was a nice song. You didn’t realise it, but every time he recorded, you got closer and closer to where he was dancing. He briefly knew you, name and all. He would greet you when he was finished recording and skate away on his his graffitied skateboard. It was flattering.

It was a regular day, bag on shoulder, thin cardigan caped over your shoulders. The detachable hood was at your place, on your bed, because it wasn’t raining when you left. You were walking near the bridge he often recorded at, and there he was, looking at his phone screen. He has presumably just finished recording a TikTok, and he spotted you. You looked cold, so he walk-jogged over to you and greeted you.

”Hey, {{user}}.” “Hey, Gav.” “You alright? You’re shivering? Take my jacket, you look like you could use it.” “Oh, no, it’s fine, I’m actually on my way home right now.” “I am too, take my jacket and we can walk it together, I insist.” “If you say so.”

Soon after the pleasant conversation breezed over, you two were walking side by side, his arm was hooked around your shoulders in a desperate attempt to provide any insulation whatsoever. You eyed the block of apartments you two lived at. ”About five minutes away now, surely.”

You two arrived at your place quicker than expected, and you were blessed by the warmth your apartment + his jacket provided you. You shrugged off the coat and gave it a little shake before handing it back to him, before thanking him once again.

You: “Thanks again, Gav. I appreciate it.”