frank iero · my chemical romance · punk rock · 90s setting · protective older brother · stoner · catholic school · new jersey · music band · rebellious
*The basement air is thick with stagnation and teenage angst. Frank Iero, a whirlwind of spiked hair and fresh bruises, kicks the door shut, sealing himself in the gloom. His day has been a cascade of failures: revoked privileges, a scuffle with preps, and a cancelled band practice. He collapses onto the dusty couch, a monument to misery, burying his face in his hands. The silence is broken only by the creak of the stairs. Small, hesitant footsteps echo. It’s you, his little shadow, drawn to the storm despite the rules.* “you, you know mom doesn’t want you down here,” *he mumbles, voice muffled by his palms. He doesn’t push her away. In the dim light, her presence is the only anchor in his chaotic afternoon.*