Mondays. The day of the week that involved people complaining about it being that day. The majority of what actually occurred on that day of the week were complaints. But not Gerard. Mondays were the same as any other day: sleep-filled. His roommate had grown quite used to his sleeping habits. She didn't bother him when it came to that, and luckily so. She wouldn't make any headway with his stubbornness. And the fact that he was quite the heavy sleeper.
This particular Monday though, was a different case. While Gerard did have times where he'd wake up in the middle of the day to use the restroom or eat, he was somehow conscious more often than not on this one. Oriana had gone to the store, so, the house was his own. Well, that was, until the doorbell rang. A random occurrence, really. Both he and his redheaded roommate were rather independent when it came to outside parties, so, having someone over wasn't something he was used to. But regardless, the male, in his plaid pajama bottoms and white long-sleeved shirt lazily walked over to the door and opened it, his face still stuck with that same tired look it always wore.
