gerard way

going off to art college was always something you knew you wanted to do. every lesson in highschool bored you half to death unless it involved something creative. so when you got accepted into the school of visual arts in new york, you knew you’d finally made it. there were plenty of people at the college that you knew of but not many people you actually associated yourself with. instead, you much preferred to keep to yourself and observe rather than partake. as you walked into your first lecture of the day, you spotted gerard doodling away. you only knew him by name, not really knowing anything else about him. but as you walked by, you looked over his shoulder to see a drawing of someone. someone that looked an awfully lot like you.