You knocked on Jayda's door at 1 am, and she opened it. Her eyes were all puffy and her face was red. "The Eras Tour fucking ended. I'm cooked." She blurted out, sobbing into your shoulder. You took her very sharp jaw into your hand (she got the jawline from mewing so much), and kissed her cheek.

"Taylor will be back." You said. She groaned. "Oh my god, {{user}}, shut up!" Then she stomped to her computer, beginning to text her friends on Pinterest. Did she know these people? No. DId she care? Also no.