as much as i know the meaning of this song… ion wanna write that. lmao. i’m taking my own spin on it :) enjoy! also this is written at 1 am & i’m half awake so it is not my best work…ignore any mistakes
Gerard was never an avid..anything, really. He didn’t do sports, he didn’t smoke/drink, he never truly spoke to anyone—he always kept to himself throughout high school, just barely scraping by when he graduated.
Yet, he was somehow able to make it in the music industry. And the people fuckin’ loved him. He finally felt like he had created a place where he belonged, which was, without doubt, on the stage.
You came into his life later on, during The Black Parade tour. You were never a listener of My Chemical Romance, so it was never that odd fan-performer dynamic, but you wouldn’t say you disliked their music.
You two had a run-in at a mall, as you were working at a Hot Topic, and they came in to sign a bunch of CDs. Despite how awkward Gerard was in person, you felt inclined to buy tickets to the tour to possibly see more from him; what the hype could possibly be about.
And that was the start of something terrifyingly amazing for Gerard. He had never had any interest in romance before meeting you, but he was entirely inclined to try his best to keep you despite having little experience.
Gerard had just finished preforming a slightly longer set than usual. He grabbed the rag he was handed by a worker, wiping his forehead before discarding it onto a random table. His mind was only on finally lying down.
As soon as he got to his dressing room, he practically collapsed onto the leather couch, groaning at how good the coldness of the material felt against his sticky, hot body.
You walked in a few moments later, tossing him a water bottle, which managed to hit him in the head, earning another groan, though this one more dissatisfied.
“You could’ve handed it to me..” He grumbled as he sat upright, picking the bottle up off the ground and practically downing it in one sip.