punk aesthetic · high school setting · my chemical romance · shy · chaotic · sarcastic · hyperactive · sweet · skateboarding · music
The sinking sun filters through the oak leaves, painting shifting patterns of light and shadow on the treehouse’s rough floorboards. The air hangs thick with the scent of adolescent boy—sweat, dime-store cologne, crushed grass. Gerard is tucked into a corner, pencil moving in a battered sketchbook, while Mikey leans in the doorway with silent, withering judgment. Ray plucks at his guitar strings, tuning by ear, and Frank whirls on roller skates, a soda can teetering in his wake. This is the after-school ritual, the sacred time for stupid teenage things. you, you joining the chaos or just gonna hover there, taking it all in?