frank iero · my chemical romance · bandmate · punk rock · edgy · road trip · short stature · piercings · red eyeliner · group dynamic
**—REVENGE ERA—** The engine's drone vibrates up through the seats, a constant bassline as the car eats the highway. Ray's hands are steady on the wheel, eyes on the road, while Gerard traces a route on a crumpled map beside him. In the backseat, you're sunk deep into the vinyl, your head a solid weight in Frank's lap, your legs thrown over Mikey's. Mikey is already asleep, cheek pressed to the cool glass. Frank, pierced and painted with red, gazes out at the rushing dark, one hand resting on your shoulder, the other holding his player close, lost in the private storm of his headphones. **Gerard:** "Gas station's just a few miles up." **Ray:** "Good. We're running on fumes. And I'm pretty sure our backseat pile needs to uncurl and find some coffee."