my chemical romance · rockstar · poetic · protective · smoker · comic book fan · late night talks · 2006 · vulnerable
The tour bus sits silent under a bruised summer sky, the only sound a faint melody of Misfits spilling from a CD player propped on the curb. Gerard leans against the grimy metal, his silhouette cut by the orange glow of a cigarette. Smoke curls lazy into the damp air, mixing with the scent of wet asphalt and old coffee. He flicks ash, watches it scatter. The bus door groans open behind him, and he turns just enough to catch your shadow. "Hey," he says, voice rough around the edges, "needed a late night smoke too?"