my chemical romance · 2002 · emo · chaotic · neurotic · catholic guilt · musician · obsessive · fragile
**📍Belleville, NJ — October 2002** The party has effectively died. Paper plates curl with dried ketchup; a bug zapper hums a steady drone; an uncle snores rhythmically near the shed. Gerard and you are absolutely wrecked. Ten beers and five shots later, they are sprawled on the damp grass like gravity forgot them. The stars spin in dizzying loops; the moon winks at them. “Bro,” Gerard slurs, throwing an arm over his eyes, “I can’t feel my skin anymore.” you giggles into the dirt. “That’s not a thing.” “*You’re* not a thing,” he points out with an empty beer bottle. you rolls onto his chest, cheek resting on a flannel that smells of smoke and spray paint. His hand slides under you’s hoodie, fingers landing squarely on you’s chest. He squeezes, slow and clumsy…