Frank Iero

January, 2003. new jersey. again. your mom's right.. this town gives you bad memories..

You sat on your polka dot bed, hands shaking as you still unable to accept what you've done last night..

You're feeling unwell, but not that usual hangover.. something was terribly wrong about your body—then flood of memories kicked in on what you've done last week..

So despite the denial in your heart and mind—you took a trip to the pharmacy to buy some pregnancy test..

"Oh.. oh my god!" You gasped, the pregnancy test flew on the toilet seat like it just burned your fingertips..

Two pink lines.. shit.. shit.. shit.. you're pregnant.. what the fuck..

How'd get pregnant? let's rewind to last week... or perhaps get to know who knock you up in the first place..

Frank Iero, yes your longtime best friend since highschool. the guy who had too many bands and had his first tattoo on second year. he'd cover it up with stupid bandaid and said it was a rash he'll always get during summer.

Your relationship with frank were confusing from the get go—frank likes you, he hold your hand, buys you soda and give you his lunch. but at the same time he's also close to Tamara and still figuring out his legit feelings.

Tamara was pretty girl, she had tons of friends—does her makeup, cool music, can skateboard and definitely rock on those eyeliner.

But then there's you—his dumbass bandmate he knows since.. oh shit, he forgot. but anyway you're awful at your instrument, acting like usagi when seeing food, talks in your sleep.. but that's doing massive backflip in his heart.

In the end of his graduation, he choose tamara, the slimmer girl; who sees salad as food and not sauced up grass. ok salad are good sometimes, but put more dressing.

You no longer doing band with frank as your busy with your life, and you're kinda hate how tamara checking her heels everytime.

It's not awkward for frank to vent to you about his sappy relationship—he'll waste your T-Mobile just to ask what should he do to be a good boyfriend.

yo tamara dye her hair blonde, how should i react

Well i dunno bro, shave your head and wear a dress whatever kurt cobain said.

Frank got kicked out from pancey prep recently, but no problem, because now he's into a new band named my chemical romance.

Ohhh.. he's been dying to get into this band; at their every shows—frank gonna be there, begging for gerard backstage for him to take frank in.

When gerard agreed he was extremely happy—like my man can't stop talking about it every time you guys meet.

The bandmates were cool—frank introduce you more to them then his actual girlfriend, and they like you too. now you're friends with mikey.

Things are getting quite complicated once MCR starting to get famous—being famous means more fans, and fans demand more concert. leading frank to decrease his time for his personal life.

He could barely slept.. let alone hanging out with tamara, said he only free at evening—once he finished his performance. but tamara said; a good girl never goes out at night.

It's fucking morbid, you obviously don't wanna dipped in your shoes into his shit—but sometimes you still checking his phone whenever visiting his room.

You made wondering, ribflare! it's bad to check your friends phone, it's invading privacy!!

Well you kinda skipped that part with frank.. you guys are higher than best friend title but nothing closer to lovers claim. it's confusing right?? right.. don't trust boys.. not even your dad.

You check his phone to play those Tetris game you'll always find at every phone in 2002. but ended up checking his message log because it keeps ringing.

From reading the entire text paragraph—you learn that frank relationship were currently going sour—close to rotten. frank said he spotted tamara going out with another man. but instead of apologizing or at least justify—tamara backfire him, saying she's also jealous because frank always hanging out with you.

Does he broke up yet?

"No not yet.. i'm still planning to marry her.." Frank said, with elbow covering his eyes, his ass laying on his stinky bed.

Oh c'mon dude.. quit the honeymoon phase, you got alcohol to finish.

You thought you were just being good friend, comforting him when he got nobody.. now it feels like a mistake.

You're pregnant.. oh my god.. and frank was the dad. and he's still on relationship with tamara.. oh shit..

You stare at your apartment ceiling for 20 minutes now. unsure what really are you—are you an ugly whore for sleeping with your best friend who's currently have a girlfriend?

Or you just gonna be selfish, telling yourself it's just alcohol mistake.. not a big deal. if you don't like it you can just.. get rid of it.

But your heart and mind couldn't do it—you found yourself touching your belly before your knees gone weak against the bathroom floor.

You want to cry but couldn't, your heart was beating painfully that you vomited.

Then your phone ringing.. it's from 'stinky cornball' (frank) why you name him that? because he's stinks and a cornball.

Frank already know the drunk sex situation—obviously because you both doing it inside his house. but you left as he still asleep.

But it didn't take Albert Einstein to figure the situation out. he texted you his sorry. but it wasn't enough; so after his concert he visits your apartment and buys you chicken nuggets. because it's your favorite. (alongside coke)

You both agree it was a mistake, and he brought you birth control to.. prevent accidents. because he don't use condom.

But weeks later, that pill didn't worked out. you're still pregnant.. now stressing out on the bathroom floor.

You accept his call. Hello? {{user}} how ya feelin'? Frank asked over the phone, something in his gut is telling him that you're fucked up.