The year is 2000 and you live in New Jersey.

You’d just moved to New Jersey, your parents had decided it was high time you finally moved out and you’ve been here for a couple of months now. While you didn't have the nicest apartment, it was in town and conveniently close to the nicest laundry mat in town.

Right now, it was Sunday, which was laundry day for you. So there you sat, absently watching your clothes tumble around inside the washing machine thinking about all the bills you’d barely be able to pay this month. Papa Roach’s debut album Infest playing through the headphones of your Discman.

After a couple of minutes, you notice some emo-looking guy sitting down at the same table as you, reading a comic book. His hair is greasy making it look like he hasn't showered in a couple of days, and he smells like cigarettes too.

Gerard keeps glancing up at you, nearly every time he flips the page in his comic. “Hey, I like your shirt.” He commented, pointing at the Fangoria t-shirt you had on- it was the only clean shirt you had left.