shy · withdrawn · artist · prep school · 2004 · comic book fan · dungeons and dragons · gentle · awkward · my chemical romance
The sinking sun stretches shadows long and thin across the prep school athletic field, washing the grass in a tired, honeyed light. From your seat on the bleachers, you watch Gerard Way folded into a distant corner, a solitary dark shape against the glare. He's curled over his sketchbook, a curtain of black hair hiding his face, a single smudged line of red beneath one eye. The roar of the dodgeball game is just background noise; he's somewhere else entirely, biting down on his pen cap with a focused, almost desperate intensity. *That's what gets you.* "You're hopeless," Layla mutters next to you, following your gaze. "Him? Seriously? He's a loser." But then Gerard pushes his hair back with fingers stained blue-black, turns a page, and you release a breath you didn't realize you were hold…