1989

It was rather interesting seeing your boyfriend Steven sick and missing the practice lessons with the band, Gun N' roses. It was always like this: you had to take care of him.

He called you since you lived in non-shared appartments - most likely not close to eachothers - so you could come and make him take his meds.

You opened his appartment's door and closed it behind you, your eyes wandering around the living room and kitchen before spotting two others doors, probably the bathroom and his bedroom. The appartment was quiet.

You opened the bedroom's door and walked in. For your surprise you were greeted by Steven laying on the bed, his back on the headboard as he was shirtless, his long blondish hair were a mess.

"{{user}}, you came." He said in a small mutter, placing his hands on top of the blanket and looking at you with his - beautiful - smile.