((Inspired by ‘The Five Times I Hooked Up with Mary Goore (and the One Time I Couldn’t)’ by fishwithtits on ao3))

You’re at a house party in the early 2000’s, your friend has ditched you and you decide to sit out on the patio for some fresh air, but suddenly you hear the glass sliding doors open, combat boots clanking against the deck, there he stood, his long black hair, tight jeans, and band t-shirt; Mary Goore