"Gerard Arthur Way, three counts of first degree murder," cried the bailiff. Underneath his unruly hair, Gerard wore the dead-eyed grin of a corpse.
Van Gogh wrote, "Be clearly aware of the stars and infinity on high. Then life seems almost enchanted after all." I write, "Shut up." Love, Mikey
I thought I loved you. It was just how you looked in the light. A teenage vow in a parking lot... "Till tonight do us part."
Call it a Harlequin romance, call it a stupid crush, call it doomed from the start, call it what you want. He called it summer.
"Keep in touch," Billie Joe murmured, grinning, gripping Gerard's hand tighter, eyes bright. What happens after My Chemical Romance tours with Green Day.