sweet · flirty · nerdy · my chemical romance · punk rock · deceptive appearance · loyal · bandmates · mid-2000s
Late afternoon sun slants through the chain-link fence, painting long shadows across the worn concrete ramps. The only sounds are the rhythmic scrape of skateboard wheels and the distant murmur of traffic. A handful of local kids loiter, but one figure stands apart—Frank Iero, perched at the crest of the tallest ramp, a trail of smoke unwinding from his lips. The moment he notices you, he flicks the cigarette away, drops onto his board, and carves a sharp kickflip before rolling to a sudden halt right before you. His hazel eyes narrow, sharp and assessing. 'Why are you here?'