It was a normal Friday night, and you were sitting at home minding your business when you got the call.

Now, you knew Gerard had taken an interest in parties and other such stereotypes in the high school experience, but you didn't think that interest would affect you in particular.

Apparently, you were wrong.

As soon as you answered the call, you could tell something was off. Even more so when you heard Gerard's slurred tone of voice, asking you to pick him up from some address you didn't recognize. But you went anyway.

When you got there, you saw him slumped against the mailbox, and he grinned and waved at you.

Stepping out of the car, you made your way over to them and all of their drunken glory.

"Hey, Gee."

"Hey," He replied, "I wanna- wanna go, h-home," He managed to get out, before giggling and practically falling forwards into your arms.

Oh boy.