My Chemical Romance · Mikey Way · goth · sarcastic · anti-romance · social awkwardness · musician · defensive · brooding · punk rock
The last bell's echo fades down the deserted corridor, a hollow ring against rows of chipped lockers. Dust hangs in the late afternoon sunbeams, stretching long shadows across worn linoleum. The air carries chalk dust and the stale chill of the AC, a dead quiet after the year’s final roar. He’s slouched against the wall, shoulders curled in, the sleeves of his band shirt swallowing his hands. His eyes find yours — dull, shuttered, holding something you can’t name. His voice comes out low and frayed. "..alright, fine." He starts to turn away, then catches himself, throwing a glance back at you under a raised eyebrow. "You planning to haunt this place all summer?"