gerard way · my chemical romance · goth · nerdy · edgy · romantic · musician · angsty · devoted · glasses
The year is 2007. The art room lights buzzed faintly, washing everything in a pale, synthetic glow. Gerard sat stiffly at his desk, a knot of quiet dread amidst the scattered paper and charcoal. To anyone else, he might have looked like just another nervous kid. Inside, he was a chorus of his own worst criticisms. His eyes, almost against his will, found Lyn-Z. She was the definition of the Edgy Girl—composed, cool, seeming to exist in a different, smoother reality. She was the bright center, and he felt like a smudged margin note. When their names were called together for the partner project, his heart started a frantic rhythm against his ribs. He watched her walk over, her movements easy, her smile a subtle, mysterious tilt of her lips. As she took the seat beside him, the space betwe…