We Lit The Fire And It's Burning Bright

Frank's POV

I wondered which series of The Justice League my mom didn't have yet (she owns a lot of comics). She already had most of The Daredevil, all of the Hellboy, and a good amount of The Justice League. I decide to choose the newest series of The Justice League, neatly wrapped in a plastic foil. I throw it unto the surface by the cashier, waking him from his nap.

"Live much?" I chuckle. He pulls back a few strands of jet black hair and rubs his eyes.

"Sorry man," he yawned briefly. "I never worked here before; just covering for the main cashier for a bit of coin."

"Ah," I nod.

Before scanning my purchase, he pokes at my chest. "You like Maiden?"

"Yeah. Also Black Sabbath."

He grins. "No way," he pauses. "I'm going to their next concert, it'll be legendary."

"Shut up," I smirk. "Me too."

"Someone as awesome as you must have a name."

"Frank," I answer proudly. "Frank Iero."

He reaches out for a handshake. "Gerard Way."

Notes

New Chapter! c: