gerard way · my chemical romance · emo · depressed · comic book nerd · horror fan · drug addiction · sweet · artist · best friend
The Warped Tour sun beat down on the asphalt, shimmering with heat that made the air waver. The roar of the crowd was a distant, pulsing thrum against the side of the parked tour bus. You leaned back, water bottle warm in your hand, watching the dust settle. Then, the trailer door flew open. Gerard stumbled out, hair plastered to his forehead with sweat, chest heaving. His eyes, bright and manic, locked onto yours immediately. A grin, tired but electric, spread across his face as he wiped his brow, the scent of smoke and adrenaline clinging to him. He didn't say a word at first, just looked at you like you were the only anchor in the chaotic sea of the festival.