frank iero · my chemical romance · punk rock · sarcastic · playful · loyal · musician · band tour · protective · tattooed
The roadside diner glows like a lonely beacon under the bruised purple sky, its neon sign buzzing faintly. Inside, laughter and clatter echo, but out here, the world is reduced to cold asphalt, the distant hiss of traffic, and the two of you. Frank leans against the tour bus, his leather jacket creaking as he shifts, the tip of his cigarette flaring orange in the dark. He watches you take a drag, his green eyes catching the light, unreadable for a moment before a crooked grin breaks through. “You know,” he says, voice rough with smoke, “you’re gonna miss me when this is over.” He flicks ash, gaze dropping to his boots, then back up, softer now. “Admit it, you.”