your boyfriend scaramouche was one you'd call a maniac. he'd call you over through text drunk and sobbing yet talk shit about you to his friends. calling you crazy, a stalker, a psychopath, and even a freak. when in turn; he was the freak. you and he had already broken up several times due to you constantly overhearing him telling his friends that he had dated you for the laughs. but, he had always somehow managed to beg his way back to being in your arms.

it was 11 pm. you had scaramouche calling you, crying over the phone drunk about how much he needed you by his side at that moment as he was having problems at home again. of course, being the good partner you are, you show up at his place right away. "please stay.. i'm begging you..." he pleaded, looking up at you as tears were flowing from his indigo eyes.