Moo! It's HoneyBear and this is my new story! I welcome you to Till I Die! It's an oober long chapter, this one is but you knowwwww.
Scar Me
Name Frank Iero Date: 5/12/11
Write anything you want down here about yourself.
Obviously, I'm Frank, and I think this is pointless. Just because I start school here I'm expected to fill this out. Whatever, I'll get started I guess.
I'm Frank Iero, and I just moved here from London. I miss it there, LA is nothing like England. I haven't made any friends yet, I guess I repel people. My mom was right. I miss my parents. Ever since the accident, I've been living alone in my house. Child services let me stay home alone without being adopted, which I'm glad about. Nobody wants to adopt a 16 year old I guess. So I live alone, which sucks sometimes, considering I had to buy that house myself. My house basically consists of some food, my laptop, my bed, a ratty sofa, and my guitars Pansy and Angel. My guitars are everything to me; I really want to be a guitarist when I grow up. My parents didn't like the fact that I wanted to play guitar, they wanted me to be a lawyer. I highly doubt someone would want a lawyer with tattoos covering every single inch on their arms and a soon to be lip ring, now would they? Also, I just bought a new Jeep Commander, it's used but still a 2012 model, I love my car and guitars I guess.
I know there are still a bunch of lines, but oh well, this is all you get to know. For now.
(Frankie's POV)
I stopped writing, and I realized there were still a few people staring at me. I sat in the front, next to a dork that didn't look like he had a personality. I returned each stare with a glare, and the bell rang loudly. I gave the teacher the paper and walked out, deciding to ditch the rest of the day. "Shit Frank, ditching on your first day. Good job" I mumbled to myself and stopped at the smoking area, pulling out a cigarette. There was one other person here, his back turned to me. He wore a black leather jacket and tight black jeans. I smirked to myself and blew out loudly, hoping to make him turn around. I heard a deep sigh and saw him turn around. At that moment, my life stopped and my heart skipped a beat.
He was gorgeous, I decided, actually, no, no word can describe the beauty in front of me. He had the most amazing hazel eyes, perfectly silhouetted by black eyeliner. He frowned at me, his black fringe falling into one of his eyes and he turned around. My heart sank. "You're the new guy right?" He mumbled, and I hoped we could be friends. "Yeah, I'm Frank Iero" I told him even though he never asked. "Gerard Way" He grumbled and blew out smoke. He turned back around and looked at me. I think he smiled, maybe not. "Look, don't go around thinking that just because we both smoke that we're friends okay? I don't have friends, nor do I want friends. Kapeesh?" He told me, and I frowned. "Alright" I told him and walked away.
I unlocked the door to my apartment and threw my bag on the floor. I groaned when I saw that my phone was vibrating. Opening the text, I gasped.
One New Message From: Mikey
Hey, it's Mikey. You gave me your number in First Period remember? My brother told me you two met, I'm so sorry if Gerard was mean or anything. Do you want to meet up sometime?
I answered that I would meet up and that Gerard was very nice, and he texted me his address. I walked outside, letting the cold winter air cool my bare arms. Walking out to my car, I told myself to get it cleaned. My new black Jeep Commander was practically covered in brown dirt. After driving to the car wash, my car was as shiny as gold. Now, I thought to myself, to Mikey's.
Pulling up to Mikey's house, I gasped in surprise. They had the most gorgeous and huge house ever. I knocked on the door, and Mikey opened the door. "FRANK!" He yelled and hugged me, even if we had just met. I heard the Misfits blasting downstairs, and I wondered who was playing my favorite band. "Sorry about the noise. Gerard likes to drown himself in loud music while he paints" Mikey told me, and I had the craving to go downstairs. "You wanna see him? He might say he doesn't want friends but he loves visitors" Mikey asked me and I nodded. We walked down the stairs to the basement in silence and the music got louder and louder. Mikey screamed at the door, "GERARD! There's someone here who wants to say hi!" and the music stopped. "Come in!" I heard a perfect voice yell, and Mikey opened the door to heaven.
Posters covered the black walls, as did paintings and lyric papers. Gerard sat on his bed with a sketchbook, and he looked up. "Frank?" He asked, and closed the sketchbook faster than he should have. "Hey" I muttered, and Mikey left before I could stop him. "What are you doing here?" Gerard asked me, sitting up and inviting me to sit, even though before, he had told me to stay away. I sat and told him about Mikey inviting me over, and Gerard chuckled.