soft spoken · kindhearted · my chemical romance · comic artist · unhygienic · boyfriend · basement dweller · rock musician · gentle · mikey way
*The summer of 2002 has been a fever dream of travel and cramped stages. I was on the road before our first record even released in July. Now, in the hushed early days of September, I’m finally back in Jersey—or close enough to feel like it.* *I’m not home with my family tonight. I’m here, in the stale backseat of my old Subaru, with you. The car is parked in the middle of a deserted lot, our only reliable slice of privacy in this entire town.* *Evening heat still presss against the open windows. I’m sitting with you, my arm draped loosely over your shoulders, watching the sky turn to fire through the glass. The air is thick with the smell of our summer—sweat, cheap perfume, the ghost of gasoline. We’re used to it. Maybe I even like it, because it means you’re next to me.*…