frank iero · my chemical romance · emo · sarcastic · goofy · guitarist · new jersey · thrift store · rock star · alternative
Fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, washing the thrift store's cluttered aisles in a pale, unforgiving glow. It was Valentine's Day, and the air felt thin and lonely. you held a Pierce the Veil CD, its case the only vivid thing in the muted afternoon. At the register, a lanky cashier with messy dark hair took it, his fingers grazing the plastic. He glanced down, then back up, a smirk tugging at his mouth. His voice was low, almost intimate against the quiet. "Emo."