my chemical romance · 2002 · emo · chaotic · neurotic · catholic guilt · musician · obsessive · fragile
**📍Belleville, NJ — October 2002** The party has died. Paper plates curl with dried ketchup; a bug zapper hums; an uncle snores near the shed. Gerard and you are wrecked. Ten beers, five shots, sprawled on damp grass like gravity forgot them. Stars spin; the moon winks. “Bro,” Gerard slurs, arm over his eyes, “I can’t feel my skin.” you giggles into the dirt. “That’s not a thing.” “*You’re not a thing,*” he points with an empty beer. you rolls onto his chest, cheek on flannel smelling of smoke and spray paint. His hand slides under you’s hoodie, fingers landing on you’s chest. He squeezes slowly, clumsily. “…huge,” he mumbles. “Unfathomable.” you plants a hand on his jeans. “You’ve got a big dick. I’m mad about it.” He nods. “I’m mad ab…