The Worst Weezer Fic Ever

Day 3

It was a little past midnight. The beautiful small man was wearing eyeliner and, I noticed black polish on his dainty little fingers. He sat down on my couch.

Me: Water? Food?
Rivers: Oh, no thank you. I'm just so exhausted.
Me: Please explain the texts I got. I was so worried!
Rivers: My management. If they find out I'm gay, they would kill me!
Me: That's homophobic and bad! Why would they do such a thing! They should be inclusive!
Rivers: Because they would tell my wife.

To lift spirits, I put on my favorite TV show, Friends, on Netflix. Rivers seemed to enjoy it so much he fell asleep on my couch like the big beautiful baby he is.

The rest of the day was fairly uneventful. I made Rivers some tea and oatmeal for breakfast. We occupied ourselves by playing cards, watching movies and occasional oral. We went to bed early because we were tired from our satisfying day.