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

Franks p.o.v

As soon as I walked into school, I made an effort to avoid Carter. I wasn't in a 'Carter' mood today. I went straight to the goths, after making a quick trip to my locker, waving back to people who greet me on my way toward them.

My friend, Janie, greets me almost immediately. She was the only exeption to my weird little ‘no connections’ thing. Id known her since we were five. She literally used to spend so much time with me when we were younger, it was almost like we were siblings.

“Hey Frankenstein.” She says, smirking at me. Our friend, Pete, waves at me to, remaining silent.

“Hey Janie.” I respond, smiling warmly. I look down at her outfit, unsurprised by the black. She had on leather jeans and a black lace shirt. Her boots went up right past her knees, buckles going all the way up them.

“You checking me out, baby?” She asks sarcastically.

“You and me both know I like dick.” I respond, rolling my eyes at her.

“How do you know I haven't got one?” She asks, raising an eyebrow.

“Ha! You hvae a vaginia. I’ve seen it.” Pete declares, looking seriously at her. She rolls her eyes, but smirks.

“Ew, ew, I didn't need to know that!” I shout, wrinkling my nose. Just then, a flair of red catches my eye, immediately drawing my attention away from Janie and Pete.

He’s already looking me me though. His expression is highly amused as he looks over Janie and Pete, making me want to punch him in the face and kiss him at the same time.

Mikey is right behind him, and he immediately makes a beeline for me. Dammit.
And, of course, Gerard is right behind him.

“Hello unannounced.” He says bleakly, smirking.

“Hello Mikey Way.” I say politely.

“You going to the party tonight?” He asks, barely looking at Janie and Pete.

“Yep. Are you?” I respond, raising an eyebrow.

“Yeah. Here’s my phone number, text me your adress, I'm picking you up.” He states, handing me a piece of paper.

“Okay….?” I say, taking the paper, and putting it in my pocket. His eye flicker to Pete and Janie, lingering on the later of course, before he throws them a dashing smile and saunters away. Gerard pauses for a second, throwing a wink at me before turning away and following after Mikey.

“That guy just eye fucked the hell out of you Janie.” Pete says, his expression blank. Janie just shrugs, glaring after Mikey.

Just then the bell rings, leaving us to go to our first class.

I have science first, witch I actually kinda like science, so I really did mind all that much. That is, until I saw a certain red head.

He spots me almost immediately, a smirk growing in his pink lips.

I wave back to several of the girls and boys who greet me, smiling friendly. I try my hardest to ignore him, but when he pops down in the seat next to me, it's nearly impossible.

“Hello, Frankie dearest.” He says, making me turn to face him. How the actual fuck did he know my name?

“Gerard,” I say simply, trying my hardest not to fucking rip his shirt off. He must notice my confliction, because he smirks and gets a highly amused look in his fiery eyes.

“What's wrong Frankie?” He puts, grinning at me. That dick. I ignore him, watching as the teacher gets up and writes something down on the board. The entire class, I can't fucking think. He’s staring at me, studying my face as well as my body.

When the bell rings, I shoot up from my seat, making it to my locker in record time. I ignore the pang of anxiousness as I open my locker, almost missing a couple of my ‘friends’ waves.

I grab my history books, walking quickly to my next class.

Upon my utter relief, Gerard isn't there.

But Mikey is.
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Mikey really wasn't that bad. He didn't stare, nor did he act as dicky. He was rather polite.
By the time school got out, I was drained. Weather it was school itself, or Gerard’s constant staring during lunch, I didn't know.

I walk about halfway down the street when a car pulls up next to me. To my utter relief, it's only Janie.

“Get in loser.” She says simply, pulling the car to a stop. I don't hesitate, and as soon as I get in I lean my head back against the headrest and close my eyes.

“You good, Frankenstein?” She asks, genuine concern leaking into her voice.

“Yeah, I'm just….I don't know! I feel fucking weird. That Gerard guy makes me feel weird.” I sate, throwing my hands up into the air.

“Maybe because you wanna get into his extra tight skinny jeans?” She suggests, quirking an eyebrow.

“Duh! I get so sexual frustraited around him! I just wanna rip his pants off and fuck him until he cant even move!” I replied, exasperated. She laughs, keeping her eyes on the road.

“Well...I'm sorry kid.” She says, trying not to laugh. “But seriously, brighten up, we're going to a party.” She declares, pulling into my driveway. I sigh at my mess of a house. It was literally one of the trashiest in the fucking state.

She gets out of the car, me following in pursuit. I open the door, walking in with Janie in tow.
“Want do you wanna do?” I ask, kicking my door open and throwing my backpack on the ground. She does the same, before collapsing on my bed.

“Well, I suppose we’ll start getting ready at about six. So until then...we could sleep?” She suggested, kicking her shoes off. I grinned, jumping onto the bed. This is what I loved about Janie. She wasn't like other girls. She wasnt afraid to speak her mind and get right at home, and I loved it.

I don't even bother with the covers, and nor does she. We just drowse off, listening to each other breathing.
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I want to rustling and a bright light, making me open my eyes. Janie stands in my closet, getting clothes out for each if us.

She stayed here enough to be able to have her own little section of clothes.

“What time is it?” I ask groggily, sitting up in the bed. She turns, a smile on her thick lips.

“It's about time! It's only seven. I was just getting our clothes prepared for the party. What do you want done with your hair?’ She asks, frowning at the sight if it.

“Uh? I don't know, just because i'm gay doesn't mean i style this shit.” I reply in a ‘duh’ tone. She laughs and nods, pulling a set of clothes from my- our- closet.

“Okay, get dressed.” She demands, gesturing for me to get up. I don't hesitate to rip my clothes off. I was gay, I don't mind if she saw me stripped to my boxers and neither did she, and vise versa. I frown at her black lace underwear.

“Do you think I’d look good in lace panties?” I question, studying the way they curved with her body. She studied me for a minute, looking at my waist line.

“Yeah, you're definitely skinny enough. In fact, you should eat more. When was the last time you ate?” She replied, looking concernedly at me. I rolled my eyes, looking down at my non existent stomach.

“I literally eat all the time. My body is weird.” I state, shrugging and as I pull my shirt on. She nodded and continued to dress, seeming to accept the answer.

It wasn't even a lie. I literally ate all the fucking time and it never affected my stomach. My ass may have gotten bigger, but I never got fat.

I looked down at my outfit, squealing with approval. I was wearing all black, except for my tie, which was a nice red. I look over to Janie, who's wearing a black sleeveless dress with a low neckline, showing off her tits. She had lace tights on and black wedges, and it looked undoubtedly good.

“Good job, Janie. You're fucking awesome.” I say in approval, smiling widely.

“Thanks kid, you're pretty great yourself.” She announces, heading to the bathroom. I follow, watching as she got a hair curler from the cabinet (She was here so often she knew where everything was) and hair gel.

“Sit.” She demands, pointing to the toilet. I obey, watching as she grabs the hair bottle and gels up her hands.

She begins to start on my hair, making me zone out. And then I remember.

“Fuck! Fuck, gab me my phone!” I shout, looking alarmingly at me. She obeys, going into my room and returning with my back pack. I reach into the front of it and grab my phone and the piece of paper, quickly typing in Mikeys number.

To: Mikey Way
(7:56)
Hey Mikey, it's Frank. My address is 313 montclaire drive.

I sigh in relief as Janie starts doing my hair again.

“Mikey and Gerard are picking us up.” I sate casually, making her hands freeze in my hair.

“Whatever. If he even looks at me wrong, I’ll-”

“Stick your hand in his pants?” I suggest, looking up at her quizzically.

“Oh, fuck you!” She says playfully, starting back up on my hair.

From: Mikey Way
(8:09)
Be there at 8:45.

I smile at the text, before realising the time. Janie finishes with my hair, and I’m highly impressed with it. It's in a sort of mohawk thing, and it looks bad ass.

I smile and thank her, kissing her cheek before exiting the bathroom. I got to my room, picking up our clothes off the ground and setting them in a neat pile on my bed. I go to the kitchen, drinking a glass of water, trying to pass the time.

I start to clean up, ignoring my mother’s room. She could clean up her own mess. I vacuum, wash the dishes, and sweep before looking at the time. 8:37.

I sigh and walk into the bathroom, seeing Janie’s hair curly and bouncy. She’s applying red lipstick, making her face look very exotic.

“Y’know, we’d be a banging couple if it wasn't for you being gay and for me only liking guys who are total dicks.” She says softly, grinning at me in the mirror. I laugh, nodding.

“We’d be a pretty sexy couple.” I declare, snickering. She laughs to, before exiting the bathroom with me in tow. I slip on my black vans, before leading her outside. We sit on the porch, talking aimlessly, before I see and old, but extremely fucking cool, car pull up. I stand up, offering Jabie a hand, before walking over to the car.

Janie walks to the other side, sliding in just after me.

“Hey,” I say simply, giving Mikey a smile in the rearview mirror. He smiles back, his eyes flickering to Janie, before he drives off.

I try to ignore Gerard in the passenger's seat, but it's hard. The stereo is playing, and soon ‘Saturday Night’ by the Misfits is playing. I don't realise I’m not the only one singing at the top of my lungs when the song ends.

Gerard chuckles, sending me a smile in the rearview mirror. It's not a smirk or a sneer, it's a real, genuine smile. It surprises me, but I find myself smiling back.

Soon, we reach Lindsey's house. It's already packed with kids, unsurprisingly. I knew this Lindsey chick was into me, as Carter had told me, but I was gay. Dick only. I just planned to make it clear I only wanted to be friends, since I wasn't really out yet. Only to Janie.

We get out, Janie immediately joins my side. We walk together, Mikey and Gerard right behind us. The door is wide open, and I find myself grinning at the scene.

There were people everywhere with drinks in their hands, but that's not what I get so excited about. Lindsay's already making out with a random dude i’ve never seen before. He defiantly wasn't from our school.

“Wanna get drinks?” Mikey asks from behind me, making me nod. I lead every one toward the kitchen, seeing several alcohol choices.

Different flavored vodka, beer, punch that was defiantly spiked, scotch and brandy. I gin, immediately grabbing a cup and getting some scotch.

“You sure you can drink that? It’s pretty strong.” Gerard says, eyeing the cup. I raise an eyebrow before putting the cup to my lips and tilting it back. I take several sips before pulling the cup away, smirking at Gerard and Mikey.

“Damn.” Mikey says in approval. Janie simply smiles, considering she already knew about my taste for alcohol. Just then, Pete comes into the kitchen, looking drunker than needed, Five people are in tow, each of them looking equally, if not more, drunk.

“Frankie!” Pete cheers, stumbling toward me. I catch him, lifting him back up. He pins me against the counter, smiling drunkenly in my face.

“Your so pretty!” He shouts, leaning up against me. I laugh, pulling him up.

“And you're drunk.” I say simply, helping him gain his balance. I take a sip of my surprisingly unskilled scotch.

“So? I wanna sleep with you!” He yells, making me couch on my drink. “Here, drink this, it's better.” He says, handing me a cup full of a reddish substance. I look at it, before deciding it was probably harmless.

“Frank, do not drink that.” Janie says harshly. I wriggle my eyebrows, grinning before putting the cup to lips. “Frank!”

I’m not listening though, I’m focused on the sweet taste of the substance. Pete stayed in the kitchen a while, talking aimlessly about random things. Geard keeps eyeing me while sipping his drink, and at some point Janie and Mikey slip away.

Pete keeps handing me more reddish substances, and I keep drinking them. It's not long before i'm completely hammered. The room spins and I just wanna talk a bunch. My hands go numb, and weirdly enough I like it.

“Gerarrrd,” I whine, taking a step toward him. “Dance with me!” I say, taking his hand. Before he can object, I’m dragging him out to the living area, moving along to the music. My back is pressed up against his chest, my ass grinding against him.

“Jesus Frank,” He moans, kissing my neck. I giggle, grinding even harder against him, making him moan more.

“Frank, you're so drunk.” He sighs, pulling his body away from mine.
“Duh.” I state, looking stupidly at him. “Keep dancing.” I demand, setting my hands on his hips. He sigh, pushing me away gently.

“You're to drunk.” He declares. “I need to get you home.”

“We just got here!” I argue, looking desperately in his eyes. He gives me a weird look, one my drunken state cannot comprehend.

“Frank, we got here over an hour ago.” He states, looking like he wanted to laugh and sigh at the same time.

“Okay, i’ll leave if…” I trail off, beginning to run. “If you can catch me!” I call over my shoulder, seeing his dejected face. He chases after me as I make my way outside.

Unfortunately, I’m not all that solid on my feet, so I almost immediately fall. I hear him laugh as I land in the grass, making me laugh to. He comes to sit next to me, calmly looking at me face.

“Frank?” He asks, smiling a little. “Wanna go home now?”

“I think...I think I’m gonna sleep now.” I say, rolling over on my side and closing my eyes.

“Frank,” He groans, but I’m not listening. My eyes refuse to open, and the darkness behind my eyelids take over.
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I wake with a foul taste in my mouth, feeling unbelievably cold. My head pounds horribly, and I let out a groan. I open one eyelid, trying to see where the fuck I am. Thankfully, I recognize it as my own bedroom, much to my relief. I’m only in my boxers, and I begin to wonder how the fuck I got here and why the fuck took my damn clothes off.

I stumble up to close the damn curtains, trying my hardest not to fall. I look over to my bed, seeing a small figure lie there. I immediately know it's Janie. She always comes here after parties.

I stumble into the kitchen, grabbing two glasses of water and a bottle of aspirin.

I go back to the room, setting it all on my dresser before shaking Janie’s shoulder.

“Janieee,” I call out, brushing hair out of her face as I shake her shoulder. She groans, roll over.
“You better have some pain killers, dick wad.” She says, rolling over to look at me.I laugh and nod, grabbing her water and the aspirin bottle.

She takes two aspirin out before swallowing with the water. I repeat the action, hating myself for getting so damn drunk. I realise she’s only in her bra and underwear, but that's not really all that alarming.

“I fucking slept with Mikey Way.” She declares, sitting up in the bed, looking alarmed. “Oh fuckkk, I slept with Mikey Way!” She shouted, standing up.

“Shh! My mom could be home!” I whisper yell, trying to shut her up. She groans and slips on a pair of pajama pants she left here before, and one of my misfits tee shirts.

“How the hell did you get here then?” I ask, standing up and slipping on sweat pants.

“He took me home! Dammit, he was so sweet!” She states, looking rather annoyed.

“Maybe he likes you. He could want a relationship.” I state nonchalantly. She seems to ponder the idea for a second, before shrugging her shoulders.

“Do you know how I got here? Who stripped me into my boxers?” I ask, throwing my hands up in the air.

“Gerard.” She says simply, looking at me expectantly. I think back to last night, feeling myself blush when I remember everything.

“Oh fuck!” I say, putting my face in my hands. I felt incredibly stupid!

“Yeah.”She says, nodding her head.

“Lets just...get the fuck out of here. Wanna go for coffee?” I ask, trying to wipe my anger away. She nods, slipping her shoes on.

I guess we're going in our pjs then.

I slip on a green day hoodie over my bare chest and some vans, before grabbing my wallet and throwing my door open.

I peak in my moms room, just to see if she was there. She lies peacefully on the bed, still in her work clothes. I continue out of the house, going straight to the passenger's seat of Janie’s car.
She speeds out of the driveway and down the street, ignoring the screeching of her tires.
“I feel so fucking stupid.” I declare, looking out of the window.

“Why? Gerard didn't seem to mind.” She said, focusing her eyes on the road.

“You were there when he dropped me off?” I asked, looking quizzically at her. She nods.

“Yeah, Mikey had his friend drive me to your house a couple of minutes before. Gerard was being pretty patient with you. You were half asleep, talking about how you wanted to dance with him still. I think he actually kind of liked it.” She says, her words light. I frowned and faced forward, seeing her pull into a starbucks. I get out, following her inside.

“I’ll order if you pay?” She sugest, grinning at me. I smile and nod, handing her a twenty. I take a seat at a small booth, sighing contently. I wait patiently for her, watching as they make drinks behind the counter.

Janie already knew everything about me, including what I always got at starbucks. A java chip frappe’ with extra whip cream.

Sure enough, she returns a second later with exactly what I was thinking. I already know what she got too. A Chai tea.

She hands me the change, thanking me for paying. She sits, smiling to herself. The funny thing about Janie, was that she didn't give one single fuck about what other people thought. It was quite awesome, and I suppose that's why she came here in pajamas, last night's makeup smeared on her face.

She even looked good like that. Whoever the fick married her was going to be a really lucky guy.
“So, how was it?” I ask, taking a sip of my drink. She raises an eyebrow, making me roll my eyes. “The sex? How was the sex?”

“Oh. It was...it was nice. I’d never had sex so intimate before. He was so sweet, gentle, but at the same time it was more than satisfying.” She explains, frowning at her drink.

“You don't want to like him, do you?” I ask, frowning at my drink. She shakes her head, a frown also on her lips.

“Who wants to like someone who's more then likey to fuck you over?” She asks, sipping her drink.

“Well, in that case, were both utterly fucked.”
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Frank’s dictionary:
Insignificant
Inconvenient
Blank
Drunk
Great

Notes

Hmmmmm.

I guess this is exceptable.

Mehhhh.

xoxMay<3