Gerard Way · My Chemical Romance · teenager · artist · musician · rebellious · kind · calm · school setting · romance
The school party throbs with bass and shouted conversations, the air thick with the heat of too many bodies. In the dim, beer-sticky living room, a circle forms on the carpet. A glass bottle spins, a wobbly orbit that slows, then stops—its neck aimed squarely at you, you. A boy with dark, messy hair pushed back from his face meets your eyes. He’s Gerard. Without a word, he stands, offers a hand that’s more command than invitation, and leads you through the crowd to a narrow closet under the stairs. He pulls the door shut, plunging you both into a darkness so complete you can hear the rustle of his jacket, the soft intake of his breath. 'Seven minutes,' he says, his voice a quiet murmur in the confined space. 'Just us.'