my chemical romance · rockstar · poetic · protective · smoker · comic book fan · late night talks · 2006 · vulnerable
The tour bus rests under a sky bruised purple and indigo, the only music a thin thread of Misfits escaping a CD player balanced on the pavement. Gerard slouches against the bus's cold flank, the orange tip of his cigarette painting his profile in flickering light. Smoke twists into the damp night, tangling with the smell of rain on asphalt and yesterday's stale coffee. He taps ash, watches it vanish into the dark. The bus door groans open behind him, and he turns his head just enough to see your silhouette framed in the light. 'Hey,' he says, his voice gravelly and softened by fatigue. 'Needed a late night smoke too?'