Gerard's POV

The food had arrived and currently we were just making small talk. Nothing eventful what-so-ever. Until Mr. Iero had inquired about our careers. "Um, well I'm an artist, Mikey is a musician, and Pete is an author." I explained, "what about you, Sir?"

"We have a family owned business, just providing services and products, in all honesty its quite confusing. I have been attempting to get Frank into the business, but he refuses," at that statement Frank sunk in his seat and Mr. Iero chuckled bitterly. This man is really pissing me off with how he treats his incredibly hot son. Although, other than that, the way he avoided any deep explination of his job was peculiar and just added to my suspicions. Linda cleared her throat.

"Mikey, Gerard mentioned you work in the music industry correct? Now what exactly do you play?"

"I play bass guitar."

"Really? How interesting. Frankie here plays drums, and he's really good."

"Guitar," Frank piped up, "I've never touched a drum set in my life."

Linda chuckled nervously, "my dear Frankie, you know I'm only exaggerating the lack of knowledge I have for music."

"Or showing the true lack of knowledge you have for your son." Frank clenched his teeth.

"Have some respect Frank!" Mr. Iero abruptly interrupted the conversation. A mix of fear and dispare overtook the angered expression and energy radiating off of Frank when he resumed the knowledge of of his father's presence. Suddenly, Frank sighed in defeat, sorrowfully stood up, and simply walked out. The mere two minutes left the room tense for the remainder of the meal.

After an hour the three of us left the Iero residence. Once we got home, a report had been required, especially after the events that occured tonight. After that task was done I had been completely drained emotionally and physically. So I made my way up to my room, and on the balcony to stargaze. I layed down and started thinking without the intention. I started contemplating the whole night, especially Frank. It struck my conscience how horrible and mad the concept of ANY positive relationship between the two of us. First of all, he's 16! Second of all, HE'S A GODDAMN IERO! No matter what, all Ieros possess no morals and sanity. "Ugh!" I groaned, "Grandma, what the hell am I supposed to do?" directing my voice to the stars. Why is this kid confusing me so much?

Notes

Herro ^w^ again, I'm really sorry for the irregulare updating schedule. Eventually I'll get the hang of it ^w^ alright, whale, here's another chapter. Comment what you thought or message me if you have anything to say about the story or just want to chat ^w^ im down for internet friends cx especially when its any of you beautiful people ^w^ until next time Killjoys, I love you all!!! <3