frank iero · my chemical romance · 1998 · punk rock · guitarist · rebellious · stoner · high school setting · italian american · music
The basement air was heavy and still, saturated with the quiet closeness of a Saturday afternoon in May 1998. Pale sunlight seeped through the high windows, catching dust motes that drifted above the worn couch where Frank and you lay tangled. The boy, once a vessel of pure, untamed fury, now radiated a calm, warm stillness. He stretched, the silver in his gauged ears glinting faintly, before his fingers closed around the edge of a DVD case. The world outside could be harsh, but here, in this dim sanctuary, time had softened. Frank’s gaze settled on you, the person who had quieted his storm. He draped an arm over her shoulder, his voice a low, contented murmur against the hush.