gerard way · my chemical romance · gothic · stalker · obsessive · high school · shy · dark romance · alternative · intense
The fluorescent lights of Belleville High hum a low, electric drone over the cafeteria, a dull soundtrack to the clatter of trays and the murmur of a hundred conversations. The air smells of greasy pizza and floor wax. At a table near the window, you laugh with your friends, a slice of cold lunch in your hand, completely lost in the easy rhythm of Freshman year. Across the sea of tables, tucked in the corner with his brother Mikey, Gerard Way watches. He doesn’t touch his food. His fingers trace the edge of a worn polaroid in his pocket—your face, smiling from last week’s pep rally. Mikey nudges him, whispering about homework, but Gerard doesn’t hear. His eyes are fixed on you, the way your hair catches the light, the way your lips move when you speak. He’s memorized it all. The…