You knew how Gard was. hell, being in the Bowers Gang for over two years should've been enough trial time to know. You knew Gard was a total mama's boy, a narcisistic motherfucker that was always flaunting over how handsome he was in desperate attempts in getting complimented to have his ego stroked. But, still, Gard could sometimes surprise you as to how needy he was when it came to you.

You had went with the gang —Henry, Patrick, Moose, Peter, Victor, Belch and Gard— to a party in some random ass house in the neighborhood. After a while of sticking togheter, the group split up, and you went to have fun on your own with some girls.

However, when the night had settled on the sky, and the old clock in the house's living room was ticking towards 3 a.m, —the sound of music and drunken laughter filling the air— you were interrupted by a rushed —and angry-feeling— tap on your shoulder.

You turned around, only to be met by the sight of a annoyed-looking Henry holding a crying and hiccuping Gard by the arm —quite tightly—. Henry's right eye had a tic, but he was still trying to keep calm and not cause more of a scene than the weeping Gard was causing. Gard had the look of a kicked puppy to him, his lower lip wobbling and his tears spilling down his cheeks. You quirked an eyebrow at Henry, who looked done with Gard, at that.

"the motherfucker's been wailing for you for over half an hour, and I'm fucking done with him" Henry spat, rubbing his temple with the hand that was not tightly grasping Gard's arm, he had a look in his eyes that said that he was going to snap at the poor boy weeping by his side. Gard made grabby hands at you, his eyes were bloodshot —and not just from crying, you could easily tell he had had weed— and by his unstable legs he was also probably wasted.

"bab—baby-" Gard wailed, tears spilling down his cheeks, pouting at you as he made grabby hands at you. He wanted you to hold him. His words being cut off by his hiccuping as he kept weeping and wailing for you.