You had just had the worst day if your life and right now you were laying in your bed, staring at the ceiling and listening to depressing music. Your lights were off and didn't want to bothered as the slowly came to an end. Just then, the music ends and you sit bolt straight up, looking for the person who turned off your music. Just as you looked around you saw Scaramouche, your boyfriend, holding the cord to your speaker

"Pity party's over, loser. You and I. Are going out."