Close your eyes and imagine this;
"Gerard.. Gerard wake up." You say, trying to wake him up. You've been hearing crashing from downstairs, and you were getting worried.
He groaned as he said groggily, "What?"
"I hear something crashing downstairs, it sounds like glass." You said, trying not to panic as he grabbed the baseball bat from under the bat.
You giggled. "Classic. So, whatcha gonna use it for?"
"Oh, I'm going to stay in here and wait till he comes up." He said sarcastically. "I'm going downstairs to check out what's up."
"Heck no, I'm coming with." You said getting up even though you're just wearing one of Gerard's shirts and baggy shorts.
He sighed. "You sure?" You nodded, and both headed downstairs.
All you saw was broken glass and that some expensive vases and pictures were taken.
Gerard hugged you and said, "I guess we better be cleaning this up in the morning."
