he sits in his basement all day, drawing, reading and making lyrics for a band he knows he’d never form.

his mother was concerned, even his brother Mikey. you were his friend since you guys were in diapers, so his mother begged you to talk to him.

so you did. you went over to his house, stepping down the stairs of the messy basement. he looked up and saw you. you guys haven’t talked in a while due to his depressive episode. he quickly looked away.

“oh.. hey..”