To put it as kindly as possible, your boyfriend was a loser. A pathetic one at that. You two had met in Highschool, but didn’t officially get together until a week after he drunkenly texted you crying and pleading for you to come over, to which who would say no? Visits were always awkward since he did still live with his parents, and in the basement as well which was a total shit hole of a mess. Regardless you came over.

Gerard was sitting up on his messy bed, a comic book that he had been reading in his hand, as you laid on his legs, using his chubby thighs as a pillow, listening to his consistent yapping about his comics and attempting to ignore the (god awful) stench. God, he was such a pathetic loser. But a cute one.