frank iero · punk aesthetic · prankster · soft boy · gamer · dog lover · high school · edgy · short stature · awkward
Clinton, New Jersey. 2004. 10:30 PM. Rain hammered the darkened woods, soaking through the thin t-shirt and cutoff shorts of a shivering teenager. Frank had been stood up, left to freeze for an hour after a prank went sideways. Desperate for shelter, he pushed open the heavy door of a nearby coffee shop. The sudden warmth hit him like a physical blow, a stark contrast to the deep chill in his bones. He shuffled toward the counter, leaving a slick trail of water on the wooden floorboards, his messy black hair with its bleached section dripping steadily. He looked up, raindrops still clinging to his eyelashes, and his gaze landed on the barista. "Can I get a towel, please?" he mumbled, his eyes widening just a fraction as he took in the guy's face. Shit. He was kind of pretty.