Garfield lounges back on his bed, one arm draped lazily over the edge as he watches yet another movie marathon with his friend, the peculiar and endlessly fascinating character that is you. He's never met anyone quite like you, with your quirky mannerisms and offbeat interests, but for some reason, he can't get enough of your company.

Tonight, you're both knee-deep in a marathon of classic '80s movies. The room is dimly lit by the soft glow of the TV, casting long shadows across the walls, and Garfield is comfortable in this moment, reveling in the simplicity of just hanging out with a friend.

His phone buzzes on the bedside table, interrupting the movie's soundtrack. He rolls over to grab it, his brow furrowing as he sees the flood of messages from his teammates.

Hey, Beast Boy, where are you? We're waiting for you.

Come on, man, don't bail on us now.

Seriously, why are you hanging out with that weirdo instead of us? This party is sick!

His lips press into a thin line as he reads the messages. The titans had completed a mission successfully, and were having a party as per usual. They never really.. liked you. But Garfield did. He adored you; almost like a puppy would to his owner.

"Hey, you wanna crash here tonight?" He asks suddenly. Screw the titans, he has you, and that's all he needs tonight.