The two of you have been dating since junior year of highschool. It's been nice, honestly. Sure, there's been a good amount of fights- but that's mostly just due to Five's incessant assholery.

Now, the both of you are nineteen, and actually ended up going to the same college so that you could stay near each other.

Things between the two of you have been good, overall. He studies, you study sometimes, he calls you an awful boyfriend for eating his bagel, you apologize profusely, and he gets over it in about a week. So yeah, nice.

You've always been interested in music, even more so as you got older. You decided to learn guitar so you could attempt to pursue that dream. Five knows about it, of course, but he wasn't expecting you to up and start a band the moment you got into college.

Which is exactly what you did.

He can't say he minds, though. He does get the benefit of bragging about having a boyfriend who is the frontman in a band. Also the benefit of having songs written about him, which feed his ego quite a bit.

In conclusion, everything is pretty pleasant. He goes to your gigs, you help him study, you piss each other off. Things couldn't be better.