Fantastic Bastards (Frank Iero x reader)

Teenage Dirtbag

2 months later.
(Frank's POV)
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"Are you sure? I mean you guys just met like 3 ish months ago," Gerard questioned.

"I think so. I mean she has a great personality, and she's extremely attractive. We have the same taste in music. She's great," I said.

"Ooooo someone's got the hots for Y/nnn. Ooooo," Mikey teased.

"Ooooo," Ray added.

"Fuck you guys," I retorted.

We all laughed.

"But seriously, you think you like her?" Mikey asked.

"I think so," I replied.

"Sooooo you gonna go for her then? I mean why not?" Gee said.

"I don't know.... I don't think now's the right time. I wanna wait. I really care about her and I don't wanna rush it, or ruin our friendship," I stated.

"Haha, ok ok, I hope you know we're all gonna tease you," gee responded.

I sighed, "Yeah, yeah, whatever."

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(Frank's POV)

3 weeks later.

It's Monday. Yay time for school.

Oh yeah, Y/n has a boyfriend now. They've been dating for about a month I think. Which sucks. But hey, glad she's happy.

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4:17pm.

I'm at Y/n's.

"Sooo, how's your relationship with the boy toy?" I asked, taking a puff of my cigarette.

"Honestly? ......he's a dick," she said.

"Damn, then why are you with him?" I asked.

"I don't know.... he treats me like shit. He's an abusive piece of shit," she shook her head in anger.

I stared at her in shock for a moment. Then took another puff and blew out.

"He-...he hurt you?" I questioned looking into her eyes.

She just nodded her head and started crying.

I hugged her.

"Hey, hey, hey, it's okay," I comforted.

She sniffled then spoke, "I- I'm sorry Frank... I shoulda said something sooner...don't be mad please."

I stopped hugging her and grabbed her by the shoulders, with my cigarette still between my fingers, "Listen to me, okay? You didn't do anything wrong, I promise. Don't be sorry okay? There's no need. I'm not mad at you."

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(Y/n's POV)
9:08pm.

Dad's out of town again, so Frank is staying over. I told him I didn't wanna be alone tonight, which is true. I broke up with that dick, Bradley, over text. Frank was sitting in my window, smoking weed out of a pink one-hitter. We were listening to music too. Just chilling.

"Teenage Dirtbag" by Wheatus started playing. Hell yeah.

I got up and decided. Fuck it. I'm gonna scream and dance.

"Her name is Noelle," I sung.

Frank continued, "I have a dream about her."

"She rings my bell
I got gym class in half an hour
Oh, how she rocks
In Keds and tube socks
But she doesn't know who I am
And she doesn't give a damn about me," we both sang together.