it was a travel day on tour with my chemical romance, and you were stalking around the bus trying to pass the time. gerard had put on a movie (for the fifth time today) that seemed interesting enough, and you walked over and flopped onto the couch next to him.

"you surviving?" he asks, flashing a small smile at you. it was raining heavily as you drove down the state, and you could hear the storm above the bus's roof, making it very cold.