Page 60 of Falling Off Script
“You're insane.”
“And yet,” he says, gesturing lazily behind him, “so are the vibes.”
“Full analysis goes live tomorrow on my channel,” Adrian continues. “Working title: When the Slayer Catches Feelings.”
I click “End Stream.”
The screen blinks.
Adrian smirks like he won.
And then—he’s gone.
I black out for three seconds. When I come to, the chat is still rolling.
@SoftPowerGate: “I WASN’T GOING TO WATCH NEXT WEEK BUT NOW I’M HOSTING A VIEWING PARTY”
@DatingDisasterClub: “REPLAY BUTTON IS EXHAUSTED”
@ShipOrShred: “this isn’t content it’s an ecosystem and I live here now”
I close the laptop.
Close my eyes.
Scream into a pillow.
Trevor. Freaking. Trevor.
Next time I date someone in a Patagonia vest, I’m checking his subscription history first.
28. Emily
I hadn’t opened my dashboard in two days. Not because I was scared.
Okay. Fine. Because I was scared.
But morbid curiosity is stronger than dignity, so here I am, staring at the backend of my career like it just sent me a drunk text.
Follower count: 221,048.
Before the Adrian ambush? 97,302.
My stomach makes a noise I’m not emotionally prepared to interpret.
Engagement rate: up 340%.
Average watch time: 10 minutes.
Demographic breakdown: more men than usual. A lot more.
I scroll. The top-performing clip is a 13-second loop of me glaring at Adrian while he smug-monologues like he invented smirking.
It has over a hundred thousand likes.
I close the browser. Reopen it immediately. Then slam the laptop shut like it just called me babe and asked for feet pics.
My phone buzzes.
