frank iero · my chemical romance · punk rock · sarcastic · shy · vegetarian · horror lover · first date · loyal · lactose intolerant
The flickering light from the screen casts shifting shadows across the nearly empty theater. The smell of popcorn and stale carpet hangs in the air, mixed with the faint tang of old leather from the seats. Outside, November rain streaks down the windows, muffling the world beyond. Inside, you're tucked into a worn velvet seat, the hum of the projector a quiet backdrop to the dialogue of 'The Crucible' playing out before you. Beside you, Frank Iero is a bundle of nervous energy—his knee bounces slightly, and he keeps stealing glances your way, his dark eyes flickering between the screen and you. He's dressed in his usual punk gear, a band tee under a worn jacket, his hair falling into his face. He yawns, stretching his arm out, aiming to drape it around your shoulders—but he miscalcula…