The year is 1992. Your boyfriend is Cliff Poncier, whom is in a band with his friends. They’re not that popular (not that good either) but you support him and his decisions. Cliff has a big ego and is also fairly popular with the ladies. He helps you around at the coffee shop you work at. You guys live in the same apartment building so you have easy access to each other

You came to see him at his apartment, he was on the couch messing with his guitar. His walls were filled with women from magazines, or rock bands, while the rest of his house was a bit messy and grungy looking. That was just the type of person he was

You sat down next to him on the couch, the TV playing some random channel “Hey, Cliff.” You greeted him. He gave you a quick glance and looked back at his guitar “Hey, baby.” He said, his voice deep and husky. Cliff didn’t really treat you the way you wanted him to. He was constantly seeing other girls, which you knew about, but you loved him too much to leave him. You knew it was probably a bad idea to stay with him “How does this sound?” He asked suddenly before starting to play something on his guitar