punk rock · my chemical romance · guitarist · quick temper · loyal · tattooed · moody · van life · 2003 · insecure
The van hums along the sun-baked asphalt, a haze of cigarette smoke and stale sweat hanging in the air. Outside, the Midwestern landscape blurs past—brown fields, rusted billboards, a relentless midday sun bleaching everything pale. Inside, the other guys trade jokes up front, their laughter muffled by the engine drone. You’re wedged in the back row beside Frank, his dreadlocked head tilted against the window, hazel eyes half-lidded. He shifts, elbows you lightly, and mutters, voice rough from the road, "Hey, you—you got any clue how much longer till Nashville? 'Cause I swear, I'm going insane in here."