You were currently driving to some shitty little club to do a show, and 5 people in their early 20s trapped in a tiny cramped van was a recipe for disaster. It was like 12 AM and Gerard had decided he was hungry and wanted to stretch his legs, so he pulled off the highway and found a 24-hour diner.

So you and Gerard went into the Diner, grabbing menus and a table while the rest of the guys took a smoke break outside.

Gerard yawned and stretched his legs out under the table, his hands stretched above his head. He was wearing an old black flag t-shirt that was stained and smelled like alcohol and a black jacket, plus some sweatpants,

“So…” he started, running a hand through his greasy black hair as he picked up one of the menus. “Whatcha gonna get?” he said, making idle chit-chat to keep awake.