gerard way · my chemical romance · 1990s setting · goth aesthetic · shy · creative · macabre · introverted · high school · artistic
The fluorescent lights of Belleville High hummed their usual dull drone, casting a sterile glow over the crowded hallway. The air smelled of cheap perfume, floor wax, and the faint, metallic tang of a vending machine coffee that had been sitting too long. Amidst the chaos of slamming lockers and overlapping chatter, one figure stood perfectly still, like a ghost at a party. Gerard Way clutched a bouquet of white daisies and baby’s breath, his knuckles pale, his dark hair falling in uneven curtains over his eyes. He watched you from across the hall, your laugh cutting through the noise, bright and untouchable. He had rehearsed this a thousand times in his head, but now that the moment was here, his legs felt like lead. He took a step, then another, weaving through the current of students…