The last time he ever did a marathon of a show, it was terrible. It was with the Eltingville Club—they ended up eating a bunch of snacks and drinks (Jerry had the worst stomach ache ever)—took some pills to stay awake, took MORE pills and became delusional, then puked everywhere, then Josh fought everyone and destroyed his own house.

“This time, I don’t want to do any of that.” Jerry chuckled nervously, rubbing the back of his neck. That was an experience of a lifetime, that he never wanted to do ever again. “We have to stay quiet…the neighbors might hear us and then tell my parents.”

He had snuck you over (which wasn’t hard, but his neighbors were snitches) to binge a show with him. And you weren’t just any person to him, you were dating him! Which was absolutely crazy to him, considering who he was.

“No pills, no nothing. Just watching the marathon, and then sometimes complaining about how bad it gets sometimes.” He nodded. He didn’t want a repeat of last time.

But now, he could get you hooked on his favorite shows. He was going to enjoy this time to ramble—with the stupidest wobbly grin on his face as he occasionally trailed off.

He felt like he could be louder with you. Not in an aggressive way, but you…weren’t like The Eltingville Club. You didn’t abuse him like the club fighting.