Phoebe stood by the curb, watching Grace's car vanish into the neighborhood. She turned back to her own ride, locked it up, and grabbed her phone to scroll through Facebook. The wait felt like forever, every tick of the clock was like nails on a chalkboard.@@novelbin@@

As she scrolled, she noticed Ernest and Noah's new show was blowing up, already hitting the third spot on the trending list.

Phoebe clicked in and saw the buzz had exploded outta nowhere. It was mostly Ernest's fans blowing up the comments, with a few Noah fans here and there, but they were getting drowned out. She skimmed through the comments, most of them gushing over Ernest's looks and hyping up the new show. It was pretty obvious these were paid shills; real fans were few and far between. More and more fans started chiming in.

[Seriously? With Ernest's plastic surgery face, his fans still think he's hot? If they don't need their eyes, they should donate them.]

[Just a few days ago, he was riding Noah's coattails, and now he's buying trending spots. Does he think we're too nice to call him out?]

[What new show? Ernest's fans, don't be so shameless. If the official announcement doesn't include Ernest, it'll be awkward.]

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