dedicated to @AngelFromHell1246 for requesting this prompt
sadly, not frerard but from your POV
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The boy in the darkest corner of the room wouldn't stop staring at me. He didn't blink; not even by the beat of the bass. He had a lit cigarette in his hand, but he hasn't taken a drag in a few minutes.
I sipped my drink, the soft sting of the soda forming in the back of my throat. The boy seemed interesting; but he could be anyone. A murderer, for the matter.
Leaving my drink on the table, I decided to get up and move over across the dancefloor nearby my friend Y/F/N, who was sipping a beer. Since he/she could handle a few, I decided to trust her/him with a few questions, all while not tearing my gaze from the boy.
"There's this cute guy in the back," I said, the boy now looking away to take a drag. He exhaled slowly, the smoke blown out from his lips and into the air. "I wanna talk to him, but I don't know what to say. Tell me what to do, dammit."
"Well, first of all," Y/F/N started, setting down the bottle of beer onto the creaky lop-sided table. "What you wanna do is just go up to him, and call him sexy."
"Fuck no!"
"Just kidding, jeez, take a chill pill." He/she laughed, shaking their head. "But whatever. Talk with him for a while, ask for his number. Do something. Don't wait for him to make a move, otherwise you'd be waiting for the rest of the world to die out."
I sighed, looking at my shoes before looking back at her/him. "Fine. I will."
Turning around, I headed for the boy, but bumped into another guy only a few inches taller than me. Something wet was splattered all over my jeans, and his face looked like as if he was a deer in headlights.
"I'm sorry- it's just, I'm sorry..." He said, turning around to look at someone as I caught a glimpse of his scorpion tattoo, which apparently had nine legs.
I smiled, touching his shoulder to try and turn him around. "Nah, it's fine. My jeans are black anyways, and it's just beer. It won't be noticeable, just the smell. By the way-- you do know that your scorpion tattoo has nine legs, right?"
"Yeah... I just realized that the day after I got it..." He said, rubbing his neck where his tattoo was. "So uh, you wanna go get a drink? Beer? Soda?"
"I don't really drink alcohol, but soda I'll take." I smiled, following him as he headed over to the cooler and took two Cokes out of the ice.
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"Y'know, you haven't told me your name yet," He said, the party just about dying out as the music stopped playing.
"Y/N, you?"
"Frank," He extended his hand. "Frank Iero."
"Well, Frank, I think you're sexy. Can I have your number?" I joked, both of us laughing afterwards.
"Your friend told you to say that, huh? Seductive-type of you doesn't fit right," He said, getting out his phone.
I dug mine out from my pocket as well. "I know, I know. I guess taking advice from my friend doesn't turn out so well. Here, lemme put in my number in your phone and you put your number in mine."
"'Kay."
After a few minutes, we gave our phones back to each other, and I was about to turn away and leave before he grabbed my wrist and turned me around.
"Hm?" I cocked my head, wondering what he was about to ask me before he pecked my lips quickly, blushing madly.
