Tethered ? Awsten Knight

SPICE WARNING!

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Saturday
4:38 PM

"Can we listen to Funeral Grey?" I asked Awsten as we got in his car. "Please?"

"Alright, here." He said while he ran his tongue over his teeth. "It's in a certain folder on Apple Music, not Spotify."

"Is there more on here? In the folder?"

"Maybe, but I am not ready for you to listen to that yet."

"Oh, come on!" I leaned in and did that playful pout. "Please?"

"Nope, not yet. It's not ready." He shook his head and clenched his jaw a little.

"What are you hiding?"

"Nothing! I just want you to hear stuff when it's somewhat presentable and is more than an idea."

"What else is on here?" I asked as I went to scroll through the folder but he caught my hand so fast.

"Tatum, no. No more poking, or no Funeral Grey."

"He's spicy." I grinned and ruffled his hair, laughing as he groaned. "I like it."

"I know you do," He sighed and looked at himself in the rearview mirror. "But Funeral Grey and that's it."

"But Funeral Grey and that's it." I mocked playfully and watched that cute little smirk curl on his lips.

"You're lucky you're cute...I have yet to hear your music."

"Awsten, my music is like...nothing compared to yours. I'm a dancer."

"That's not true. It's great. I've heard Sweatshirt. I've heard everything you've written on."

"If I play you some of my music will you let me listen to the rest of what's on here?"

"Are you trying to negotiate with me right now?"

"I'm attempting." I mumbled and slouched back in my seat.

"I promise you, when they have more to them, I'll let you listen. You can be the first...but I do want to hear some of your stuff. Or at least see you dance."

"Fine, done."

"You mad at me?"

"No," I leaned over and kissed his cheek a few times. "I just think your music is great and I want to hear it all."

"I promise you will." He reiterated and brought my hand up to his lips before letting go.

"Did I tell you that Francesca wants a kitten?"

"I don't think you did...which means you'd be getting a kitten."

"Yeah," I laughed a little. "I've kind of been thinking...about maybe starting to look for my own place though."

"Really?!" He asked me with both of his eyebrows raised.

"Mhm, I haven't talked to Fran about it..." I leaned my head back on my seat. "We've lived together since we were 18...now that stuff is happening for me again with work and summer is also coming...I just think it might be time. Our lease is over in a couple of months...her and Ben have been together for almost two years now and I know there have been talks of them moving in together."

"Tatum in her own place," He hummed. "I mean I like the sound of that."

"Me too." I grinned. "I think it would be really good for me."

"Would you want to stay in Silver Lake?"

"I don't think so," I played with my nails. "I love Silver Lake, but I want to be a tad closer to the studio. I think maybe Burbank."