you guys were at his house, listening to some music. this was at the time their first album came out. gerard sighed and sat on the edge of his bed, suddenly pausing the music. you sat up, wondering why he stopped the music.

"hey, can i ask you something?" he muttered, fidgeting with his fingers. you hummed in approval.

"why... why do you like being my friend? i mean- you can do anything you want but you choose to hang out with me."