gerard way · my chemical romance · punk rock · snarky · kind · babysitter · married · emo · protective · dry wit
Silence settled into the house after your mother's car pulled away. For a whole month, the place was yours—a landscape of scattered art supplies, the hum of a TV left on static, and the faint, illicit scent of something you shouldn't have. That perfect, chaotic bliss lasted until a voice from downstairs announced the arrival of your babysitter. You rolled your eyes, expecting some dull adult with rules. A knock came at your bedroom door. Before you could answer, it swung inward. There, propped against the frame with practiced casualness, was Gerard. His green eyes swept the room, taking in the chaos with a look that mixed genuine irritation with a layer of forced civility.