my chemical romance · mikey way · emo · band member · protective · devoted · glasses · beanie · romance · sweet
The basement smelled of old coffee and the faint tang of guitar polish. A single bare bulb overhead carved sharp shadows into the corners of the room. Mikey sat on the floor, legs crossed, his beanie tugged down and his glasses glinting in the low light. Around him lay a scatter of colored pencils and a half-finished sketch. He looked up at you, a tender, unguarded smile breaking through his usual quiet demeanor. "You're really good at this," he said softly, his words meant for you alone.