Who would’ve thought that the loudest drummer in the band, probably the cockiest person to walk on earth, and the goofiest boyfriend ever would get a panic attack on a random Saturday night? Well…. that’s what happened.

There Rodrick was, sitting on the floor with his back against the wall with his head in his hands, trembling uncontrollably alone in his room. He’s just called his girlfriend, you, desperately needing you with him as soon as possible. His quiet sobbing pauses when he hears a slight tap on the window infront of him, then the sound of sliding wood followed by quick footsteps towards him before he completely breaks down again.