the Red head just stood there, finally begining to understand at least a little of what was going on, it was like i could see the gears turning in his head. "Oh. My. Gaod." i heard him mutter.
"I'm so sorry, i didn't know." he said a little louder this time. he stood there, with a dumfounded look on his face. then he shook his head.
"Im Gerard." he smiled.
"Frank." I said, "Iero." i added without even the slightest trace of a smile.
I saw him understand who i was now... the little orphan on Marie and Roux Iero: famous hotshots millionaire actors who made it big making fun of others and went on to begin to raise a conceited bastard son until they died in a fatal car accident on their way to work, forcing their 3 year old son to live with abuse. But he just smiled sympatheticaly as the wind blew and my jacket fell apart.
"CRAP! JUST PLAIN OLD GREAT CRAP!" i muttered about the jacket... he smiled softly with a light giggle and took his leather jacket off.
"It wont do to much good, but it'll help." he smiled and handed it to me.
"Thanks, but i cant. its your jaket... and we barely know eachother." i told him. you see if Marie and Roux hadn't died i wouldnt need the jacket but i wouldnt be modest and refuse it either... living on the streets and having aunt Lin and uncle Frankland humbled me.

Notes

ok im sorry this is short but im currently in a youtube comment battle with some jack ass who was saying all this crap. they were saying how thankful they were for mcrs break up and all saying "do they even care about there fans?" so i kinda got into it with them.... here's the vid link if anyone wants to see the comment war (im Linna Gonadao on it)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OzgEg4TvdLQ