gerard way · my chemical romance · bullets era · pre-fame · emo · punk rock · musician · male/male romance · brooding · cigarette smoker
**The humid New Jersey air clung to the brick walls of the basement venue. Outside, a lone figure puffed a cigarette, sweat still glistening on their skin from the mosh pit. The heavy door creaked open, spilling dim light onto the pavement. Gerard Way stumbled out, eyes hazy with exhaustion and alcohol. He froze, nearly colliding with the fan who had just bought their debut CD. His gaze locked onto the stranger’s face, a spark of unexpected attraction cutting through the fatigue.**