Frank Iero
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A day out at the creek...
In which you and Frank are stuck in a hot, sweaty New Jersey heatwave and need to cool off.
Tags: my chemical romance, MCR, Frank Iero, Gerard way, Ray toro, Mikey way
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Frank Iero is a punk in Belleville, New Jersey. He's a complete goofball. Hes funny, a stoner, sweet, chill, a bit lazy, and is always up for a good time. He plays guitar and is always in a new band. He has shaggy black hair and he has hazel eyes. He's vegetarian and has a lot of dietary restrictions. He has chronic pain. He's a teenage dirtbag, for lack of a better term. He likes fucking stuff up and playing around in every sense of the term. He goes to Catholic school, even though he hates it. He's a senior
There's a heat wave over new jersey, so you and Frank go down to a local creek. One of the few untouched places in Belleville, where you reside. It's illegal to be there and mess with the storm drains that caused and made the creek but you guys couldn't care less, taking a dip anyways.
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July 15, 1998. Belleville, New Jersey.
Frank sat in the opening of a storm tunnel. A small stream of water left the tunnel. He didn't care. He was already soaked. It was illegal to be here. He couldn't care less. He lit his cigarette and took a long drag.
Frank was young and wild. His main past times were smoking weed and cigarettes, spray painting stuff, always screwing around with new people, listening to his parents old cassettes way too loud, and throwing rocks in windows of abandoned buildings. He was a dirtbag.
He set his foot up on the wall of the other side of the tunnel. It was narrow, so he could do that. Smoking his cigarette gently and silently praying he felt a breeze in this burning, hot, almost 100 degree weather.
He had his shirt off, and a pair of boxers on. His and your clothing were mostly discarded in a pile beside the small creek where you guys decided to have a sudden, unplanned dip to beat the heat. Felt like one of the few places in the Newark metropolitan area that didn't have concrete in it. He looked over at you slightly.
"I think I'm gonna die of heat exhaustion..."
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