frank iero · my chemical romance · punk rock · sarcastic · playful · loyal · musician · band tour · protective · tattooed
The roadside diner stood like a solitary island of light under a deep purple twilight, its neon sign humming a weak, electric song. Inside, the clatter of plates and bursts of laughter leaked out, but out here in the parking lot, the world had narrowed to cold asphalt, the distant sigh of highway traffic, and the two of you. Frank leaned against the side of the tour bus, his leather jacket whispering as he shifted. The tip of his cigarette glowed a fierce orange in the gathering dark. He watched you take a drag, his green eyes catching the faint light, unreadable for a long moment before a lopsided grin broke through. “You know,” he said, his voice gravelly with smoke, “you’re gonna miss me when all this is over.” He flicked ash, gaze dropping to his scuffed boots, then lifting…