Gerard lay back on Frank's bed and watched his friend panic. He was there to supposedly help Frank get ready for his date, which he thought was a bit backwards... Didn't girls usually do that kind of thing? Oh well, Gerard wasn't very experienced with dates anyways, so what did he know?

Frank was so nervous that he was shaking. He'd had to change shirts three times already because he kept sweating through them as he tried to fix his hair.

"Are you going to keep leaking like that all night?" Gerard asked as Frank ripped off another shirt.

"It's not my fault, I'm nervous!" Frank said.

"Wear a t-shirt under your shirt then," Gerard said. Frank's face said 'eureka!' as he ran to his closet to find a t-shirt and new collared shirt. Running isn't going to help that problem much, Gerard thought.

"Does my hair look okay?" Frank asked.

"You look beautiful, Franky," Gerard said

"Dude, I'm serious here,"

"Yes, Frank. You look absolutely stunning. Your catholic girl would convert to satanism to please you, you're so damn hot," Gerard said.

"Thanks," Frank smiled wide and started messing with his hair again. He'd changed it recently, dying the sides of it red and shaving it down but leaving the middle longer and black. He liked how it looked, but was scared Jamia's parents wouldn't.

"Should I hide this?" Frank asked, refferring to the scorpion tattoo that decorated his neck. He'd gotten it a few months back and his mother had thrown a fit about it.

"Stop freaking out," Gerard said. "And stop trying to disguise yourself! Jamia loves you the way you are and you should just respect that,"

"She doesn't love me..." Frank said quietly. "This is all her dad's idea. She still hasn't forgiven me for..." Frank cleared his voice and Gerard knew exactly what he was talking about. Oh yeah, the kiss.

"Go," he said as he pushed Frank out of his room. "Go to her house and stun her parents and win her love,"

"No! I can't!" Frank cried. He quickly removed his lip ring and threw it on his dresser.

"Do you need me to push you all the way there, because I can?" Gerard threatened.

"No, no, that's alright. But hey... could you give me a ride?" Frank asked.

"You really need to get your license bro," Gerard chuckled. He pulled open the front door and nearly ran into Mr. Iero, who looked very surprised with his fist up mid-knock. Behind him stood his fiance, the blonde hooker. The four people stared at each other for a moment without saying anything.

"What are you doing here?" Frank asked, slightly glaring at his father.

"I came to pick you up, Frank," Mr. Iero spoke. "Hey, Gerard. How are you?"

"Fine,"

"I told you I'm not coming this weekend. You have me NEXT weekend," Frank said.

"Well, the sooner we get wedding preparations out of the way the better," Mr. Iero smiled as if it was the most senseful thing in the world.

"Too bad, cause I can't go," Frank spat.

"Excuse me?"

"I told you, I'll come by next weekend. I already have things planned," Frank said rather aggrivated. "I have to go to Jamia's house tonight for dinner,"

"Is Jamia your girlfriend?" Mr. Iero asked, raising his eyebrows and looking pleased at the idea of his son getting a girlfriend.

"No,"

Mr. Iero's face dropped.

"Can we come in and talk about this?" Mr. Iero asked.

"There's nothing to talk about, and that would be up to Mom," Frank said.

"Then may I speak to her?"

"About me?"

"Possibly,"

"No," Frank said. "Now I'm sorry you had to make the drive out here, but maybe you should have called first,"

"I did call. You wouldn't answer,"

"I've been busy,"

"What can be that important, Frank? You're sixteen!"

"A lot can be important,"

"Either way, the wedding is more important than some silly little date. You can reschedule," Mr. Iero reasoned.

"So can you. Now if you'll excuse me I'm already late and it's very rude for me to not be on time. I can not come to your house this weekend because I also have a detention tomorrow,"

"For what!?" Mr. Iero snapped.

"For getting beat up. I told you I've been busy," Frank shoved past his father and his father's fiance and hurried across the street to Gerard's house. Gerard followed directly behind him.

"Frank Anthony Iero! Get back here young man!" he heard his father call, not especially angry but more surprised.

"Be back in a few hours!" he called back and both boys hopped in Gerard's parent's car and sped down the road.

"So your step mom's a prostitute?" Gerard asked. Frank laughed.