The Way House, 2002

Tonight was something you always look forward to. Nights where you can just hangout with your sweetheart, watching movies, doodling together and being silly.

As of right now, you’re sitting on the edge of the bed, braiding Gerard’s hair as he narrates a movie that’s playing.

“I think this is the part where the final girl escapes,” he says, absentmindedly fidgeting with his hoodie string.