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Vandal Love (Frank Iero)

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Author: robinrunsfiction (on ao3)

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Frank was walking down the street, going home after stopping off at the corner convenience store for beer and smokes. As he was crossing the road, he heard a familiar sound from his youth and looked up the side street to see if he could spot what was going on.

What he saw was you, an almost empty bottle of champagne on the ground next to a couple of large containers of eggs. Then he heard the familiar sound of egg shell smashing over siding. Frank wandered down the road toward you, his curiosity piqued. When you spotted him, you were startled, but when you realized it was a stranger and not a cop, you relaxed.

"Can I help?"

You drew your eyebrows together in confusion. "Uh, sure if you want," you said handing him an egg. He set down his beer and hurled the egg at the house, splattering it on the siding.

"Nice arm," you commented before launching an egg of your own.

"Thanks. So, what's a pretty girl like you throwing eggs at a house like this?"

"My ex. He's going out with my now former best friend. And I'm alone on Valentine's Day, so fuck him, right?"

"Hell yea," he replied before launching another egg.

"Why are you helping me? You don't even know me."

"Because I like committing acts of vandalism with pretty girls."

"That's twice now."

"Huh?" He asked lowering his arm.

"You called me pretty twice now, but I'm a mess of a person."

"You seem cool to me." He replied. "I'm Frank," he said dropping the egg in his hand on the ground and extending his hand for a handshake.

"I'm (YN). So, you just spend your nights wandering the streets looking for trouble?"

"Sometimes. Sometimes it finds me."

Just then headlights illuminated the street and the police cruiser turned on their red and blue lights.

"Shit, come on," Frank said grabbing his beer off the sidewalk in one hand, your hand in the other and taking off down the street. He pulled you up an alley and then down the next street.

"Come on," he said hurrying up to the door of a house, unlocking the door, then pulling you inside.

"This seems safe," you muttered following him into the kitchen.

"Says the girl going for the open intoxicant ticket, as well as vandalism."

You groaned as you sat down at his kitchen table. "Thanks for getting me out of there. Like I said, I'm kind of a mess."

"Wanna talk about it?" He asked sitting down next to you, opening a beer. He offered you one, but just shook your head.

You proceeded to spill everything that you had been feeling for the last 6 months but felt too embarrassed to tell anyone else. Frank immediately put you at ease, partially because had just met hours before, but also because you felt like he had already seen you at the lowest point you had been at in a long time.

"Thanks for listening to everything."

"Of course, I hope you feel better. The whole thing with your ex wasn't your fault at all."

"Do you still think I'm pretty after all that bullshit and craziness?" You asked sheepishly.

"Even prettier," he said reaching out and taking your hand that was resting on the table.

You glanced at the clock on the microwave, you had been there for hours. "I should go. My car is around the corner from his house."

"I'll walk you back. Don't want anything to happen to you."

As you left his house, Frank took your hand and you made your way back to where you left your car. When you arrived, you felt your phone vibrating in your pocket. It was a text from your ex.

YOU BITCH I KNOW YOU EGGED MY HOUSE!

"Fuck," you muttered as Frank turned the phone to look at it.

"Here, let me," he replied, slipping the phone away from your hand. He typed something then held the phone out to snap a photo. "Smile" he said, and you complied, despite not being sure what he was doing. Frank leaned in and planted a kiss on your cheek and held up a middle finger to the camera. He then handed the phone back to you. "I didn't send it yet, it's up to you."

"On a date, couldn't care less about you or your ugly house," you read and then you saw the photo of you grinning as Frank kissed you and flipped off your ex. You hit send immediately.

"How about a real date sometime?" You asked. "I mean, you already know my damage, that's the toughest part of dating, right?"

"I should just skip straight to proposing," he said with a laugh as he started to move like he was going to get down on one knee. "But I suppose we should go out on one real date first. Saturday?"

"Can't wait. Umm can I have your number?"

"I already put it in there." He replied as he placed another kiss on your cheek. "Call me when you get home," he called as he turned to walk back to his house. You couldn't wait for the weekend.