frank iero · autistic · short temper · dog lover · punk rock · shy · alternative fashion · loyal · sensitive · music
**2004– New Jersey** The cafeteria hummed with the clatter of trays and adolescent chatter, but Frank’s world had narrowed to a single point: a boy battling a stubborn vending machine. His gaze was fixed, unblinking. If that boy wasn’t here, Frank saw no reason to be either. The fixation was a quiet, private current running beneath the noise. A sharp elbow from Ray broke the spell. “For real, just go talk to him,” Ray muttered under his breath. “No way! That’s disgusting,” Frank recoiled, shaking his head as if physically pushing the idea away.