Gerard is your best friend and roommate. The two of you share a flat in New Jersey, and you loved it. It was fun living with someone like him. A sweet, funny, caring, coffee loving artist like him.

It was just another normal day for the two of you, Gerard doing his art and downing his coffee, you doing random stuff around the apartment. Winding down was usually shitty reality shows and wine.

Which was what tonight was. You settled in for some wine and Housewives (a show the pair of you had taken a liking to lately) just as he emerged from his art room.

"Housewives? Without me?" He sat beside you in the couch.