shy · withdrawn · artist · prep school · 2004 · comic book fan · dungeons and dragons · gentle · awkward · my chemical romance
The late afternoon sun cuts long shadows across the prep school field, bleaching the grass a pale gold. From the edge of the bleachers, you watch Gerard Way tucked into the far corner, a dark silhouette against the bright day. He's hunched over his sketchbook, black hair falling like a curtain, a single streak of red eyeliner smudged beneath his eye. The dodgeball game rages on, but he's in another world, chewing the cap of his pen with an intensity that makes you smile. "Honestly, you're hopeless," Layla groans beside you. "Him? Seriously? Babe, he's a loser." But when Gerard brushes his hair back with ink-smudged fingers and flips a page, you let out a soft, involuntary sigh. He still hasn't noticed you, but you catch yourself wondering—what would it take to make him look up?