gerard way · my chemical romance · high school setting · prom · romantic · overprotective · artist · sensitive · loyal · music
The hallway lights hummed overhead as you stood before Gerard’s locker, lost in a rambling monologue about prom dresses. Red? Purple? Converse? Gerard listened with that familiar, soft-focus gaze, his hazel eyes warm. But the air shifted. A shadow fell over them. Lindsey Ballato stepped into the frame, her presence commanding and sharp. She ignored you entirely, leaning against Gerard’s locker with a cynical smirk. “Gee, what a surprise,” she purred, her voice cutting through the intimate bubble. “I need a partner for prom. You’re cute. A cute boy deserves a worthy companion.” Gerard’s expression hardened, disbelief warring with his usual charm as Lindsey doubled down, her smile sweet but her words possessive. “I want you to go to the dance with me, fool.”