(A/N so hi, this is the first fanfic I've written so sorry if it's shitty lol.
The picture up there ^^ is how Frank looks in the story
Also rly long authors notes annoy me so I'm probably not gonna do many of them.
Anyway hope you like this fic :) )
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"Morning babe, how are yo....."
Frank hung up.
He loved Jamia, but Frank Iero was a heartless piece of shit in the morning and didn't want to talk to anyone, not even his girlfriend at 9am on a Saturday.
He decided he would call Jamia back later on after he had consumed a cup (or five) of coffee.
The 17 year old groggily put on a Misfits tshirt and black skinny jeans, and slouched downstairs, not even bothering to fix his hair or wipe off his slightly smudged eyeliner from yesterday.
"Hey Mom;" Frank tried to make his greeting sound as happy as possible, but his attempt failed drastically, the words coming out in an exhausted mess.
'It's fucking impossible to sound lively at this time of the morning anyway' Frank thought, sighing to himself and making his way towards the coffee machine.
"Hello Frankie!" His mom's cheerful voice echoed through the kitchen, the loud noise making Frank internally groan - his ears were not prepared for that.
"Ryan came round earlier," Linda continued; "He asked you to go round when you were up, said something about this guy called Brendon?"
She looked confused, but all Frank did was roll his eyes.
Of course it had something to do with Brendon - it was no big secret that Ryan Ross was Belville's largest homosexual, and had a huge crush on Brendon Urie, Belville High's richest student.
Brendon Urie also lived in a fucking mansion, and Brendon Urie threw a party at it every time his parents were out of town.
It would've been no surprise to Frank if Ryan had come round just to once again try and persuade Frank to go to Brendon's stupid party.
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"Ryan, he's an ass! He doesn't even know you exist, and the minute he does realise you exist, he'll fuck you and leave you on the bed, and never talk to you again."
Frank had walked into his next door neighbor's house to see his best friend Pete sat with Ryan on the Ross's couch, clearly trying to persuade him not to go to the party.
Pete clocked Frank, his black-rimmed eyes sending the teenager a pleading look.
Frank knew how naive Ryan was - he and Pete had spent hours trying to knock some sense into the lovestruck brown haired boy, that Brendon Urie of all people was NOT worth it.
However all of those hours had completely gone to waste.
Ryan went to open his mouth (probably to make up some shitty argument about how his precious crush was actually 'good hearted' despite his asshole behaviour) but the boy with the lip ring got there first.
That earned a relieved exhale from his emo friend.
"Ryan, don't even try and tell us that he's a good person, Brendon Urie is a slut, he doesn't care about anyone. Don't waste your heart on him dude."
Ryan Ross began crying.
'He's crying over a fucking boy, only teenage girls do that. Could someone get any gayer?' Frank smirked to himself at his thought, earning an annoyed look from both of his friends.
Pete looked at Frank, defeat evident in his hazel pools, before he spoke again.
"Fine, we'll go to the party with you" Pete sighed as he spoke, knowing this was a decision he was going to hugely regret.
"But if he fucks and runs, don't come crying to us" Frank chimed in, his eyebrows raised, but he couldn't help cracking a smile at Ryan's face.
Ryan looked like a kid in a sweet shop and Frank thought it was honestly adorable.
"FUCK YES THANK YOU SO MUCH" Ryan squealed, jumping up and tackling them both into a hug.
The three antisocial teenagers spent the next 2 hours playing Halo on Ryan's Xbox, until Frank remembered he still hadn't called Jamia back.
Frank was surprised Jamia hadn't broken up with him yet; he was admittedly the worst boyfriend ever.
Frank had just never felt dedicated towards Jamia really.
Yes she was attractive, and she was kind, and Frank definitely had feelings towards her, but he only ever really said he loved her.
He was never sure if he meant it.
Frank had only really ever dated Jamia to get away from the constant "Fag" remarks at school, made by the jocks who plagued the school.
He shivered even thinking about the torture he faced at that hellhole, which he was returning to for his senior year in just over a week.
Nothing could describe Frank's relief that he was leaving the prison more commonly known as Beleville High next year.
The boy shook himself back into reality, remembering what he needed to do.
Standing up from the couch, Frank said goodbye to his friends, promising to be back by 8 for the party, and headed out the door.
He sighed to himself as he pulled out his mobile phone, pressing down on Jamia's name and holding up the phone to his ear.
Eventually the ringing stopped and was replaced by his girlfriend's joyful voice.
"Hey Frankie! Let me guess, you hung up on me this morning because I woke you up"
Frank could hear the smile in her voice.
"You know me so well" Frank giggled. "I'm on my way"
Jamia continued to babble into Frank's ear as he walked the 10 minute journey to her house, and he pretended to listen whilst his mind wandered elsewhere.
Suddenly the teenage boy was snapped out of his thoughts when he saw someone wearing sinfully tight jeans knocking on somebody's front door.
The first thing Frank noticed was her extremely bright red hair, but then his eyes darted down to her enticing ass, and her flawless body, shown up beautifully by a skin-tight leather jacket.
He may only have been able to see the back of this stranger but Frank couldn't stop staring, mouth open wide.
"oh my god"
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(A/n Oooo Frankie might wanna double check you're not actually checking out a guy ;) )
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