The array of words used to describe Frank Iero. (Frerard, Rikey)

Insignificant would be the best word to describe me. Although inconvenience is right behind it. I am one of the many radicals in the world, one of those without a real place. And anyone who tries to give me that ‘Everyone belongs’ bullshit, let me prove you wrong.

I can fit in every where. Literally everywhere. I have mastered the skill of being what ever others want me to be. Any group you could imagine, I’m there. The goths, the athletics, the nerds, all of them, simply because I’m rather blank.

Blank, right behind insignificant and inconvenience.
I jump between the everlasting friend ships of the groups, no one ever noticing me or doubting me. And because I belonged anywhere and everywhere all at once, only stood to prove one thing.

There really wasn't a place for me at all.

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My feet sloshed against the ground due to the recent rain. I reached the gates of the school, continuing to walk until I reach the front doors, walking into the warm building. I wave to Mrs. Branwell, the school assistant and venture out into the halls of the school. Chaotic voices and laughter fill my ears almost immediately, as every one of the stereotypical clique acknowledged me. For the stoners it was a simple ‘yo’ and a peace sign. The popular kids, a flirtatious wave, and so on and so forth. I reach my locker, finding Carter, probably the person I was closest to (Witch was actually really pathetic) standing at my locker.

“Hey man.” He greets me, smiling.

“Hey.” I respond, feeling a lurch of lust at his smile. It was literally not possible to feel that lurch of lust, because fuck, he was mouth watering hot.

“Y’know that girl Lindsay?” He asked, looking me intently in the eyes. I nod along, because hell, I knew every one. No exaggeration.

“I heard she’s into you. She's having a party Friday and she asked me to take you with.” He states, running his hands through his hair.

“No way dude.” I respond, shaking my head. Fuck parties.

“That was a demand, not a request.” He says, looking expectantly at me.

“A statement, not a question.” I finished, grinning a little.

I was a little too intact with him for how distant I actually was in reality.

*

After school I found myself with Carter again, although I spent the day with the stoners and goths. We walk to is car in silence, the only sound being the engine roaring to life when he put the key into the ignition and twisted it.

A cigarette hangs out of the side of his mouth as we drive off down the street, to where, i have no idea.

“Iero,” He says, his voice soft. I look over at him expectantly. “Wanna go see Alicia and Jaimia?”

“Sure. I swear that Alicia chick is into you.” I tell him, smirking a little.

“Alicia? Nah, I’m almost positive she’s...like, lesbian.” He responds, shrugging a bit.

“Oh, whatever dude. The entire school’s into you, even the lesbians.” I tell him, rolling my eyes.
“The how bout you, Iero? You into me?” He questions playfully, smiling crookedly. I look wide eyed at him until I realised he was kidding.

“Psh, no way Carter. Cam though? He might be a little gay for you.” I joke, mentioning one of his best friend (mine to, i suppose). He laughs and takes a drag of his cigarette, continuing to drive. Soon we reach a large familiar house, beautiful trees surrounding it.

Carter parks the car and gets out, me following in pursuit. He doesn't he knock, just steps right in, because by now it's like a second home to him. I suppose it’d be like that to me to, if not for the knowledge I possessed.

“Alicia, Jams!” He calls out, making me cringe from the loudness. I hear a squeal and quick sharp voices. Footsteps pad down the large, elegant staircase, railing Alicia, Jaimie, and an unfamiliar, yet attractive face. Jaimia smiles at us, her eyes friendly and excited.

“Ah, Mikey this is Carter the school fuck boy. Carter this is Mikey Way, the new, yet hot kid.” Alicia announces, smiling widely.

“Nice to meet you.” Carter says smiling as he fist bumps Mikey.

“And who’re you?’ Mikey asks, raising his eyebrows at me.

“I’m Frank Iero, and unannounced I suppose.” I tell him, smiling a little. He looks at me blankly before a smile spreads across his face.

“You'runannounced, kid? All the best ones are.” He declares, grinning at me. I’m about to respond when the doorbell rings.

“That must be my brother.” Mikey says dismissively.

“Leaving so soon, Mikey Way?” Jaimia pouts, looking at him with puppy eyes.

“Unfortunately, Jams. I know how much you enjoy the pleasure of my company, so I must limit it.” He says, smirking widely. She grins and shakes her head, bemused.

“We’ll walk you out.” Alicia says, moving over to the door and opening it.

A guy about our age with fire truck red hair stands there, cigarette in hand, looking unbelievably hot. He looks around at each of us, until his eyes meet mine, burning a hole into my eye sockets...but it was in a weird, good kind of way. He winks, making my breath hitch in my throat, but he doesn't seem to notice.

“Hello, brother dearest.” He says, smirking at Mikey.

“Gerard,” Mikey says simply, walking outside. “See you later.”

“Wait!” Alicia says, making Mikey stop and turn. “My friend, Lindsey, is having this party tomorrow night. Be there?” She asks, looking at Gerard and Mikey.

“You got it.” Mikey replies, smirking. Gerard throws me one last glance before they both take off, leaving us all in a dazed trace.

And bam, I was in fucking love.

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Frank’s dictionary;
Insignificant
Inconvenience
Blank

Notes

I just keep making new stories...I need to just not