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It had just turned 3:00 PM a few minutes ago. You had clocked out at work the second the clock hit three. Still sitting at your desk, you unlock your phone to check on the status of the Spree you just ordered.
Normally, you like to take long walks to and from work. It’s the only exercise you enjoy doing. Now that it’s springtime in California, it’s gotten too hot to walk home. You don’t have a car of your own, and the bus doesn’t go towards your house. So, you’re often forced to order a Spree to get home.
Staring back at you on your screen was the face of a man with big brown eyes who looked about your age. He had a dorky smile and held up a peace sign. It was kind of cute. Under his photo was the name “Kurt”. And Kurt was about two minutes away.
Because you’re a secretary at an insurance company, your desk is the front desk in the lobby. From your desk, you have a good view of the parking lot and side street outside. When you first started here, the giant windows made you feel like you were being watched, but you quickly got used to it.
The next time you looked up, the silver Prius you were expecting pulled into the parking lot. You picked up your backpack and left the building. The sun shone even brighter outside and you lifted a hand to shield your face from it.
When you reached the car, you opened the door and got into the backseat, setting your backpack beside you. The air conditioned vehicle already felt much better than the ninety-degree weather outside.
A friendly call of your name had you looking up towards the front of the car. You met your driver’s eyes in the rearview mirror. He gave you a polite, yet slightly awkward smile, and a small wave.
“Hey, I’m Kurt, your Spree driver. And you are going to…” He took a moment to look at the GPS on his phone before reading out your address.
You nodded and hummed an affirmation. You also couldn’t help but give him a polite smile back.
Wordlessly, he put the car in drive and left the parking lot. Once on the road, you reached behind yourself to put on your seatbelt. You stopped your movements half-way and froze in place.
You were making eye-contact with a camera, probably looking like a fish out of water as you gawked at it.
Tearing your eyes away from it, you looked around the car. A camera was mounted on every window, including one on the dashboard.
“Hey, uh, Kurt?” You asked wearily while your concern was obvious in your expression.
He perked up at the sound of his name and asked, “What’s up?”
“What’s with all of the cameras?” You asked, still looking around the car.
You’ve probably looked directly into most of them by this point. Oh Jesus, there was one behind you too.
“Oh yeah, hope you don’t mind. It’s for my protection,” He explained before flashing a peace sign at the camera on the window beside him.
You eyed him suspiciously. This better not be a Cash Cab situation. You have just worked an eight-hour shift and you are not in the right mindset to be answering trivia. Kurt wasn’t dressed like a gameshow host, though. He was just wearing a plain blue shirt… His hair was pretty greasy too.
And you’re pretty sure they haven’t aired Cash Cab in years.
“What sort of crime scene are you preparing for, dude? You have like every possible angle of the car covered,” You asked with slight amusement in your tone to mask how weirded-out you were.
Kurt shrugged with a smile while staring directly into the camera on his dashboard.
“Crime can happen anywhere, you know? It’s best to capture everything. You don’t- I don’t want to miss anything,” Kurt clumsily explained.
Kurt spoke like he was trying to teach you something. It felt disingenuous. You didn’t know if you found it more funny or condescending.
Before you could think of a reply to that, Kurt offered, “By the way, I have some free waters back there. Feel free to drink one, as they are free.”
You have a feeling that the waters are free. Probably from the multiple times Kurt pitched them to you in those couple sentences.
Reaching forward, you wrap your hand around the short neck of the bottle. You frown and lean back, leaving the water on the back of the seat. They were room temperature. You weren’t super thirsty and your house was only fifteen minutes away. You could wait until you got home.
“I’m alright. Thanks though,” You reply.
Kurt looked disappointed that you didn’t take him up on his offer of a free bottle of water. There were a lot of waters back here. He must not get many takers. With his large brown eyes, he looked even more like a kicked puppy. That alone was almost enough to make you take one to be nice.
“This is boring. Do something.”
Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. That feminine robotic voice most definitely didn’t belong to Kurt. You watched enough streams in your alone time (all the time) to know that was the sound of a donation coming through.
Looking in the rearview mirror again, you can see Kurt looking back at you with a slight guilty look. Your eyes flicked back down to the dashboard, where Kurt’s phone was hooked up next to the camera.
“Dude,” You started in exasperation, “Are you streaming right now?”
Kurt’s guilt morphed into enthusiasm. He grinned at you and you could see a flash of his surprisingly white teeth.
“Yeah, I’m just doing a little tutorial for my followers. Teaching them how to grow their numbers and stuff like that. If you like streams, you should check me out at Kurtsworld96. You can also use hashtag “The Lesson” and you’ll probably find me. Follow for follow?” Kurt rattled off while holding up another peace sign like he was reading from a script, but a script he enjoyed.
You stared at him blankly. Your ride home was being streamed? To how many people? Is this even entertaining? And just like that, you felt very self-conscious.
You have a feeling that the guilt from earlier was aimed towards his viewers and not towards you.
Your mild attraction to the weirdo in the driver’s seat diminished. He was someone you see almost every day in California. Someone desperate for fame and recognition. From looking at him, you can tell he probably tried gaming first before… livestreaming his Spree rides? He just has that look about him.
After undoing your seatbelt, you scooted to the middle seat to get closer. You leaned over to get a better look at the driver’s phone.
“How is this a tutorial? You’ve just been doing the usual Spree driving stuff this whole time,” You ask idly, mostly to distract him from you getting into his personal space.
On the screen, you can see your own face staring back at you curiously. You can also see Kurt glancing back and forth from the road to the screen. There was only one person in the chat… and only one viewer.
Okay, now you felt considerably less self-conscious, but nowhere near comfortable.
“Right now, we’re just- It’s- We’re taking a little break from the tutorial. Are you sure you’re not thirsty?” Kurt asked with a gesture pointing to the backseat.
You took that as a hint that your presence right next to him was making him uncomfortable. You leaned back into the seat to give him some space.
“I’m pretty sure…” You trailed off.
Then, you spoke the first thoughts that came to your mind, “Why didn’t you just tell me from the start that you were streaming? …Please tell me this isn’t a porn thing. I’m sorry, but I’m really not interested in making money like that.”
You knew he wouldn’t try fucking you while streaming. That doesn’t seem like the kind of fame he’s after. And he’d get banned immediately after the stream was over if you took your pants off. You mostly asked just to see what his reaction would be.
Kurt obviously didn’t expect this round of questioning and his face fell. He shook his head slightly.
He started mildly alarmed, “No, no, this isn’t a sex tape or anything-”
“Good idea. You should fuck lmao,” The robotic donation voice said.
You scoff, “Eww, Kurt.”
“I didn’t say that!” He snapped at you more in annoyance than anger.
Then his attention turned back towards his phone and he lectured quietly, “That isn’t what The Lesson is about, and you know it, Bobby.”
You had to stop yourself from openly laughing at Kurt trying to keep his stream together.
It’s kind of sad, but this is the most fun you’ve had in a while. You aren’t openly showing it, instead putting your concerned disgust primarily on display. Your life is kind of boring and you don’t talk to many people outside of work. Clowning on a streamer desperate for fame is what’s giving you the serotonin you crave. Yeah, it’s a little sad.
“Who’s Bobby?” You ask curiously, looking for something to further fluster Kurt with.
Kurt looked back at you at the question. His facial features softened again with a smile.
“You know, Bobby Basecamp? Huge streamer, and he’s watching right now.”
Kurt looked at the closest camera and waved before saying, “Shout out to Bobby Basecamp. He’s giving me a shout out too… Later tonight, when The Lesson picks up steam.”
You have no idea who “Bobby Basecamp” is.
“I have no idea who “Bobby Basecamp” is,” You tell Kurt, unimpressed.
You watch a lot of streamers, so if this guy is huge like Kurt says, he must not fit into the genres you watch.
Kurt looks at you in shock before saying, “Bobby Basecamp games and- and he made “Homeless Hero”. It went super viral.”
“Is he one of those guys that just uses homeless people for clout? That’s like next-level heartless,” You said in mild disgust and crossed your arms over your chest.
No wonder you don’t watch that guy. Those people are a plague to society and only care about money. If they actually gave a shit about homeless people, they wouldn’t upload themselves helping them out.
Kurt opened his mouth, presumably to defend said plague, but was cut off by a donation message.
“If you think that’s heartless, you should see what Kurt’s doing.”
As much of a tool as Bobby seemed to be, you couldn’t help but grab at another opportunity to make fun of Kurt. You feel less bad about it this time. Kurt apparently looks for attention from people who make homeless clout videos, after all.
“Wow, Kurt. How low are you planning on stooping today? Are you going to light a cat on fire? Steal literal candy from babies? Kill me and dump my body in a ditch?” You accuse, some amusement bleeding out into your voice.
Kurt slammed his hands onto the steering wheel and complained, “This is not great- entertaining content, guys. I’m the one- I’m supposed to be doing The Lesson, but I might have to skip some steps if things aren’t progressing the way they’re supposed to.”
You have no idea if he’s talking to you or Bobby. He can’t be talking to his viewers, because he doesn’t have any, other than Bobby. He never did explain to you what “The Lesson” was about except for something about growing numbers.
“He’s planning on doing the last one,” The robotic voice announced.
By “last one”, you assume Bobby is talking about your last accusation towards Kurt. That he was planning on murdering you. You didn’t want to, but you laughed at Bobby’s joke.
“Please don’t kill me,” You pleaded with zero urgency or worry in your tone.
Kurt frowned and looked into one of the cameras, but didn’t respond to you. When he looked back at the dash, he swore under his breath.
He met your eyes in the rearview mirror and said, “I’m running on empty. We need to stop for gas… Sorry, I didn’t expect- know that we would be driving for this long.”
Kind of weird considering he saw where you were going the moment you got into the car.
“I’d rather you get gas than make me walk home, man. No worries.” You reassured casually, hopefully showing Kurt that it wasn’t a big deal.
Clowning on him for being a clout chaser was fine. Clowning on him for making a small mistake would be embarrassing on your part. And like you mentioned before, you were having a lot of fun on this stupid, odd Spree ride. It wasn’t even exciting. You’ll probably give the poor guy 5 stars and a tip for his troubles.
You really needed to find friends.
He nodded with a frown and pulled into the next gas station. Once he was parked next to a gas pump, he unbuckled his seatbelt and twisted his body around to face you. For some reason, looking into his eyes like this was more intense than through a mirror.
“I won’t be long. Just want to pump enough to get you home. I think that’s your home. You never confirmed or denied that,” Kurt assured you.
You snorted a laugh, unable to help yourself. Kurt gave you a questioning look, still staring into your eyes. It felt like he was staring right into your soul. A shiver ran down your spine. You couldn’t tell if it was a pleasant shiver or not.
“Well, I’m not going to tell all one of your viewer where I live,” You said like it’s obvious.
Kurt frowned deeper and looked offended at that.
“I have more than one viewer. They just don’t know that The Lesson already started. They’ll be here,” Kurt said firmly, and you weren’t sure if he was lying to you or himself.
You nodded condescendingly, “Okay, Kurt.”
Kurt didn’t respond to your blatant bullying. He stared at you blankly for another second before reaching over and grabbing one of the water bottles from behind the seat next to him. He shoved it into your hands and re-oriented himself in his seat.
He yanked his phone off of the stand and left the vehicle, leaving you behind to awkwardly hold the room temperature water bottle. You looked into the camera mounted on your window and shrugged.
You felt like you were on The Office and you made yourself laugh.
Placing the water bottle on the seat next to your backpack, you watched Kurt pump gas while arguing with his phone. Bobby, probably. You were only half paying attention to Kurt’s muffled voice. He was promising to make things more exciting for the stream. At one point you think he blamed you for the lack of content. Rude, Kurt was the one being a mindless plug for his own stream.
Make that four stars instead of five.
Your eyes trailed away from Kurt’s tall frame (you expected him to be shorter than he is), when you noticed a couple of men in hoodies leave the store. They’re wearing hoodies? When it's ninety-degrees out? Are they asking for a heat stroke?
One of the men did a double take at Kurt, who was still pleading for Bobby’s attention. He said something to the man next to him, who seemed to be dazedly staring out into the distance. That’s why they’re wearing hoodies. They’re on drugs. Not great, but not unexpected for this city.
The leader of the pair began to stalk over towards the pump Kurt is parked in front of. His expression reminded you of a lion approaching its prey. The other guy followed behind slowly, clearly higher than his counterpart. Kurt isn’t facing them, too busy staring at his phone and looking distressed.
Kurt just might get that content he was looking for after all. You held off on getting Kurt’s attention. The guys will probably just ask him for a handout. Kurt will have the opportunity to be like his friend, Bobby, and film his “charity”.
The first man finally approached Kurt and roughly grabbed him by the elbow. He pulled Kurt forward, causing him to stumble and gawk at the man. Kurt looked at him in shock, unsure as to what’s going on or how to proceed. His phone was still held firmly in his hand. You think he might have adjusted it to capture what was happening.
Of course.
“What-” Kurt started to say.
“Give me everything you fucking have, right now!” The guy holding onto him yelled.
Okay, he’s not asking for a handout. More of a demand, really.
The two men in hoodies didn’t seem to notice that you were in the car. Thank Christ. You ducked down a little to get even further from their line of sight. Both your heart and mind were racing. You debated on whether or not you should do something. Is Kurt worth getting strangled over?
Kurt stared at him wide-eyed. Even wider-eyed than usual. He glanced down at his phone before looking back up at the men. He didn’t look as scared as you felt. He looked more surprised than anything.
“Uh, I don’t- I don’t really have-”
Kurt shut up when the man grabbing him pulled a switchblade from his pocket. Your jaw dropped at the sight of the blade. Okay, the situation is even worse now… Is Kurt worth getting stabbed over?
“I, um, I’m streaming right now,” Kurt began to spew out uselessly.
No, Kurt is not worth getting stabbed over.
With your mind still flashing different scenarios of your death to you, you sit up again to look behind the seat and into the trunk. You were looking for a weapon.
Kurt isn’t worth getting stabbed over, but you were going for it anyway.
How does this guy have so much water? Ignoring the literal box full of water bottles, you grab the closest thing resembling a weapon. A battery-powered drill.
You duck again, hoping the men didn’t see you. You open the car door opposite to the scene beside you and silently get out of the vehicle. Crouching, you waddle around the front of the vehicle until you were behind the two men.
Kurt stared down at you in awe for a second before looking back up at the man with the knife. He knew better than to blow your cover. That made your chest feel constricted. You and Kurt are now officially partners in crime.
Your heart pounded so hard in your chest you thought you might have a heart attack. If you get stabbed right now, at least your heroic act will be witnessed by… Kurt and Bobby. Two clout chasers. Who cares, that’s enough. Your life isn’t really meaningful anyway.
Holding your breath and grip tightening on the drill, you launch yourself at the second man with a grunt. Your brain shut off and you bashed the battery pack at the bottom of the drill into the man’s temple. The only thoughts in your head were the sounds of static. You’re currently running on pure adrenaline.
You swear you felt a crack beneath the drill. The man stumbled to the ground and clutched the side of his head with a moan. Thank fuck you didn’t kill him.
His friend with the knife looked behind him to see what happened. He met your eyes with his bloodshot ones. You froze in fear.
Kurt took the opportunity to roughly shove him. He held his phone back up immediately afterwards. His face was emotionless, void of any fear or worry. The man tumbled backwards towards you.
You raised the drill again and smashed it against his jaw. He swore in pain, but didn’t go down like his friend did.
He fully faced you and swiped the knife at you in one solid movement. You jumped back and dropped the heavy drill in the process. He followed your movements and opened his mouth to call you a “fucking pansy”. Blood leaked freely from his mouth, making him sound like he was gurgling. He must have bit his tongue when you hit him.
You didn’t know what to do now except to keep backing up. He moved to launch himself at you, you shrieked sort of pathetically, but you both froze in place when you heard Kurt yell.
“Hey, fucker!” Kurt called out, the words sounding foreign in his mouth.
The attacker looked over his shoulder. You looked past him to watch Kurt. Kurt who held the drill up with one hand, and his phone with the other.
You both watched in disbelief as Kurt moved his finger to the trigger and squeezed. The drill whirred for a second before stopping.
Nobody moved.
Kurt looked down at the drill, confused. Then his face dropped and he looked somewhat embarrassed.
Your jaw dropped. This fucker thought he was holding a gun.
He thought you pistol-whipped a guy… with his own drill. Did he not look at it before he picked it up? Adrenaline was a hell of a drug.
“Holy shit, Kurt,” You couldn’t help but say in astonishment.
Then, in a flash, Kurt’s face hardened and he smashed the tool into the center of the man’s face. His head whipped to the side, you felt liquid spray onto your face. Quick enough, where the man couldn’t even react. He clearly didn’t expect the mess that was Kurt to properly attack him.
You stumbled back a little to shield yourself.
This time, he fell. Kurt raised the drill again and brought it down onto the man’s face. Then again, and again. The blood from the man’s nose splashed up onto Kurt’s hand and shirt. Some of it hit his chin. He wasn’t stopping. And he held his other arm steady, streaming the entire thing. You could only watch the disaster unfold in front of you, unable to look away.
The other man on the ground, the one who wasn’t being pummeled, moved to get up. You panicked at that, took two quick steps forward, and yanked Kurt up by his arms onto his wobbly feet. Kurt allowed you to manhandle him off of the man with the now-broken face.
You wordlessly shoved him towards the driver’s side door. He got the hint and got back into the car with one last look towards the bleeding man on the ground.
You scrambled to the other side of the car and sat up front in the passenger seat. Kurt quickly shifted gears and the car screeched out of the gas station lot. You looked over the seats to see the nozzle of the gas pump fall out of the car. Whoops.
Then you moved to sit back onto the seat with a shaky sigh.
Kurt hooked his phone back onto the dashboard. He grinned manically and laughed.
“Did you guys see that?” Kurt asked the phone excitedly.
With your fight-or-flight response diminishing, you felt an odd sense of euphoria. You saved Kurt’s life. And he saved yours. All while streaming it to his single viewer.
You looked up at Kurt. Blood was splattered all over him and he was still laughing giddily. He looked between you and his phone with that same excited grin. He looked more alive now than you’ve seen him this entire ride.
Weirdly, you also felt more alive now than you have… in a long time.
Why do you suddenly find Kurt kind of attractive again?
Unable to control it, you broke into a smile. When Kurt met your eyes again he paused. Then his eyes crinkled in glee. You started laughing excitedly with him.
He moved and put his hand on your face and you didn’t even stop him. Your skin tingled where he gently touched your cheek. When he removed his hand, you saw smeared blood on his fingertips. You didn’t even notice that you were also covered in a stranger’s blood.
He wiped his now-stained fingers on his shirt. His reaction to everything was super casual for someone who’s life was just threatened.
“What the hell just happened?” You asked between giggles.
“We just engaged in self-defense. And you guys can catch more of that here at The Lesson. Use the hashtag on any social media platform,” He said in that same tone he used with you earlier when he promoted his stream.
He moved his hands while he talked for emphasis, ending his spiel with a peace sign into one of the cameras.
You cackled at that, thinking Kurt was making a stupid joke.
“Shut the fuck up,” You said, clearly amused, and gently hit Kurt’s arm.
Kurt smiled almost sweetly at your affectionate gesture. You hate how you suddenly feel a little short of breath. Maybe you should download Tinder if this is doing it for you.
You both quieted down and watched the road semi-awkwardly. Just a Spree driver and his passenger covered in blood sitting in a car. Completely normal stuff.
Internally, you were freaking out now that common sense was beginning to creep back into your head. That was obvious self-defense, right? Anyone who watches a recording of this stream can see that. Maybe no one was even watching. Bobby was being quiet. No reason for you to be charged with assault or anything.
The stream will probably be deleted anyway. That was a shit ton of blood back there. There’s no way that doesn’t go against the terms of service on the streaming site.
You’re so tired right now.
Leaning into the backseat, you grab the bottle of water Kurt shoved into your hands earlier. Almost dying made you super thirsty. You flop back to sit correctly in the front seat.
You unseal the cap to the water bottle and bring it to your lips. You could see your driver eyeing you from the corner of your vision.
Kurt made some sort of noise of displeasure and grabbed the bottle from your hands, causing you to spill a good portion of it onto the floor of Kurt’s car. In almost a panic, Kurt rolled down the window and tossed the bottle out of it.
You stared at him in utter confusion. Kurt met your eyes and his panic morphed into an uncomfortable smile.
“That, uh, that water has been there for a while. It’s stale and gross,” Kurt explained with a small shrug.
“... How does water expire?” You asked incredulously.
Kurt looked at his phone briefly before answering, “The plastic… makes it taste bad. You need good tasting water.”
“You literally offered me that water like twelve times, you asshole.”
Kurt ignored your jab and took his metal water bottle out of the cupholder. He held it out for you to take.
Your face morphed into surprise.
“Is that your drink?” You asked.
“It’s Mountain Dew,” He said almost proudly, like offering his drink to a complete stranger wasn’t weird.
Stupidly matching his weirdo energy, you take the bottle from his hand and unscrew the lid.
“That is so fitting for you, it’s unbelievable,” You responded almost fondly before taking a drink.
The first kiss you’ve had in years is an indirect kiss with a clout-chasing Spree driver that’s covered in blood. You hate your life.
You put the bottle back into the cup holder and when you looked back up, you were in front of your house. Kurt put his Prius in park and looked at you with a goofy grin on his face.
“Uh, here we are. Your home maybe,” Kurt said.
You smiled back at him, unable to help it. You reached back and took your backpack from the back seat.
For some reason, you wanted to talk to him more. You had things you wanted to tell him. Like thanking him for giving you the most exciting day of your life. Maybe telling him that you enjoyed his company, even if he was focused on his stream most of the time. You also wanted to ask him if he was okay. You knew you were going to break down later. He might be the same way.
You didn’t say any of these things, not wanting to seem like a lonely loser (though, you most certainly are).
“Thanks for the ride, Kurt,” You say instead while opening the car door.
Before you could close it, Kurt shouted, “Hang on!”
You paused, keeping one hand on the car door. Your heart fluttered in anticipation.
“You should follow me at Kurtsworld96.”
You rolled your eyes and said, “Goodbye, Kurt.”
Then you closed his car door and walked inside your home. You didn’t look back at the unhinged Spree driver. Your thoughts were screaming at you that you were missing out on some sort of opportunity. It was an easy thought to ignore. That was just the loneliness talking.
It wasn’t five minutes after you threw your backpack down that your phone vibrated. You pulled it out of your pocket to see one of your coworkers messaging you. You unlocked your phone to view the message, exiting out of the Spree app asking you to rate your driver.
15:47 Flora: What happened??? Are you ok?
15:47 Flora: (link)
You felt your heart stop. No, that isn’t what you think it is. He had one viewer at most.
Instead of focusing on this, you should go wash your attacker’s blood off of you. It was sticky against your skin and it made you itch knowing it was still caked onto you.
Your finger tapped the link anyway. You were directed to Twitter, where you saw a verified account post a video.
Bobby Basecamp: My freak babysitter wilding with his victim fr
Holding your breath, you play the video. You see Kurt’s face as he’s harassed by the muggers. Then the camera flips and you see yourself crouching behind his car with the drill in your hand. You look like a feral animal and you cringe while watching yourself.
You see the entire scene play out from Kurt’s perspective. You bashed in a man’s face. You almost got stabbed. Kurt’s stupid gun-drill fuck up and you looked at him like he was a moron. Kurt practically crushed a man’s skull. You two laughed in the car, covered in blood. You two looked like some sort of modern Thelma and Louise.
It looked deranged. You felt sick to your stomach.
The highlight clip ended. You look to see thousands of people liking Bobby’s tweet. He posted the video ten minutes ago. Kurt wasn’t lying to you. Bobby is a huge influencer. And a kid Kurt babysat apparently.
Your arm fell to dangle by your side with your phone still in your hand. Your other hand ran through your hair anxiously.
Well, Kurt’s getting his wish for fame granted. Why did you have to be in it? Why couldn’t he have picked up someone else? Will you lose your job over this? You couldn’t afford to pay your bills if you were suddenly unemployed.
It’s Friday. Maybe this entire thing will blow over before your shift on Monday.
You pulled your messages open and texted back your nosy coworker.
16:02: I’m fine! Some guys tried to mug my spree driver lol
You thought about lying to her, but you knew this shit was probably going to be in the news. Kurt could have murdered that guy. There was so much blood. Oh god. You should prepare for the police to arrive at your door.
When you went to close all of the apps on your phone, you noticed that there were a ton of comments on the video. Your curiosity got the best of you and you looked at a few.
dudedude1986: What freaks lmao
gone2h3v3n: WHEN HE TRIED TO USE THE DRILL AS A GUN DJHDFSDJFLDSKFJ
dansalt: i think those dudes are ded
twentyriq: Why is this kind of hot?
xX_outof0rder_Xx: fake
qb40: Me when my wife’s boyfriend says I can’t sleep on the bed with them:
froggyfreestyle: the US is going to invade that guys hair to get to all that oil
parkingshy: I lowkey ship the cringe babysitter and the drill pansy.
warble_by_day replying to parkingshy: same tho, the chemistry is def there
And with that, you’re done looking at comments. You don’t know what you expected, but it wasn’t that. It could be worse, they aren’t calling for your head or anything. They aren’t condemning you for breaking a guy’s eye socket either. Oh, internet. You sick, twisted place.
You closed Twitter on your phone. And you aren’t planning on opening it again for a little while. This weekend, you want nothing more than to curl up and watch horrible movies. It’s going to be almost impossible to ignore the shit that just happened and is still currently happening.
Mentally, you need to prepare for the bombardment of questions from both work and probably law enforcement. You briefly wondered how Kurt is reacting to everything.
Once again, you lost the battle to resist the urge to indulge in your curiosity. You open up your favorite streaming service and search “Kurtsworld96”.
The account pops up, but to your surprise, he’s offline. You thought he’d be embracing all of these new viewers by now. The stream that just ended is still there, and from what you can see, many different people are watching the recording now.
You open Twitter again and search for his account. You find it easily. The profile icon is some poorly drawn depiction of earth with a smiley face on it.
The latest tweet was made about five minutes ago.
Kurtsworld96: yes! you guys are watching me! thank you for following. and thank you bobby basecamp for the shoutout. there’s been a change of plans. #TheLesson is on hiatus for now. stay tuned for new content, kurties!
Kurties. That’s cute.
Seems like his sudden boost in views inspired something in him. He even thanked Bobby for pretty much calling him a freak. Hopefully he makes actually good content and it’s not him plugging his channel every two minutes. You snort a laugh to yourself, remembering how much fun you were having while making fun of him. At least Kurt is funny in that way.
You close Twitter once more after debating on whether or not to follow Kurt. You chose not to. It wouldn’t be healthy to fixate on some Spree driver that might have killed a guy in front of you.
A jolt of nervousness ran through you as you remembered that yes, you might have been involved in a murder. It might have been self-defense, but it didn’t really matter. Kurt didn’t even seem worried about it. He was way more excited over his new following. He didn’t even bring it up in the tweet.
What a weird, greasy, self-absorbed, wannabe influencer.
But for some reason, you still feel a fondness towards him.