We Lit The Fire And It's Burning Bright

Frank's POV

The girl presented herself rather casually beside us. She had chaotic and messy brown hair, complemented by chestnut colored eyes and a toothy grin. The girl wore careless clothing: a grey hoodie, jeans and Nikes.

"So," she continued. "You guys have names?"

I directed her attention to myself, then to Gerard. "Frank Iero, Gerard Way."

"Nice to meet you guys," she replied. "My name's Temper."

Her eyes met the floor, and she shuffled her feet accordingly. "Don't laugh," she mumbled.

"We won't," I promised.

Gerard scoffed. "You think your name's bad? Gerard is ten times worse."

"Why?" Temper asked.

"Look, it's two terrible words slammed into one another. Germy and retard."

"Besides," I note. "Temper is how well you deal with situations. I could say you have a good temper, which is true, and that would be a compliment."

"Frank's right," Gerard points out.

"No one's put it like that," she started to laugh.

Gerard cracks a grin. "Let's go to the Sabbath concert together, all of us."

I sigh. "My ma's coming with."

Temper raises a brow. "She likes Black Sabbath?"

"She's more of a Blink 182 and Green Day fan, but she likes some of the classics."

"Oh my god," she replies in awe. "I love your mom."

"I'll make sure you meet her," I smile.

Notes

New Chapter! c: