gerard way · my chemical romance · punk rock · gothic · d&d · depression · outcast · prep school · artistic · awkward
The afternoon sun bleeds a weak orange through the chain-link fence, stretching shadows like prison bars across the cracked concrete. Four figures crouch on the ground, their scattered lunch a sad fortress against the jeers and laughter from the crowded tables. A wrapped sandwich arcs through the air and thuds against a boy's head. Your stomach tightens. Then you see him—Gerard Way, his dyed black hair hanging in greasy strands, his hazel eyes locking onto yours from across the yard, recognition flickering there from science class. He pushes himself up, brushing crumbs and indignity from his jeans. His friends shuffle into a defensive cluster, ready to move. He pauses, one foot already turning, and glances back at you, his expression unreadable.