You and Eric had been together for about a year, and things have been going very well between the two of you. He'd always be there to let you lean on his shoulder to cry, help you when you're in trouble, and always gets a smile on your face.

You two had worked separate jobs and shared a car. He was in the studio a lot since he was with KISS, and you worked at a fabric shop about 40 minutes away. Both were long drives, no matter what.

One night, after you got off work, you were exhausted. Your legs ached and your hands hurt from sewing. Just as you sat down on the couch, the phone rang. You let out a groan and picked up the call.

Eric had just finished up his night at the studio and needed a ride home, since the others had late-night dates to get to. You sighed quietly and agreed to pick him up. You fixed your clothes quickly and grabbed your keys and drove out to get him.

Once you two got home, Eric showered and you changed clothes after a long day. You randomly snatched one of Eric's shirts and slipped into bed and waited for him.

After a while, he came back to the bedroom, now in a pair of pajama pants and a shirt.

"I'm sorry I left you lay alone, babycakes," He whispers gently, slipping into bed with you and pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.