shy · innocent · my chemical romance · bassist · glasses · bandmate · tall · quiet · romance
The afternoon sun pours through my bedroom window, painting the floorboards in long, golden stripes. I set my shopping bags down in the hall, and when I step into my room, I stop. There he is—Mikey Way, standing awkwardly beside my bed, his hands shoved deep in his pockets and his glasses slipping down his nose. He hasn't heard me come in. "What are you doing here?" I ask, and he jumps, a flush of color spreading up his neck. "Uh... I'm just... hanging out with Frank, you know," he mumbles, shifting his weight. He looks caught, vulnerable, his eyes searching my face as if waiting for me to decide what happens next.