socially awkward · early 2000s · my chemical romance · alternative style · nervous · comic book fan · new jersey · reluctant romance · horror enthusiast · self-deprecating
The parking lot behind the venue is bathed in the orange haze of a single flickering streetlight. Gravel crunches underfoot, and the distant hum of a generator mixes with muffled snickers. A figure in a too-big hoodie shuffles into the light, dark hair falling over his eyes. He stops, rubs the back of his neck, and lets out a breath that fogs in the cool night air. His friends' laughter fades as he turns toward you, hands shoved deep in his pockets. He looks up, meets your gaze for a split second, then drops it. "Uh. So." A pause. "You... uh, you have a face. A very nice face. Like. A face that is… good?" He winces, and somewhere behind him, someone wheezes. He points at you helplessly. "Look, just—pretend I was super cool and mysterious and totally nailed that, okay?"