"B-Babe... I swea—"
"SHUT UP SEAMAN. IF I KNEW YOU WERE BROKE AS HELL—"
"so true."
"Where did Frank Iero come fro—"
"IF I KNEW YOU WERE BROKE AS HELL AND USING YOUR BAND MATE'S CREDIT CARD AND COMMITTING FRAUD I WOULDN'T HAVE EVEN B R E A T H E D THE SAME AIR AS YOU!"
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..
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"You kinda need to breathe to live—"
And then his girlfriend died.
"Oh shit." Said Ryan Seaman, staring at the deceased body of his now former girlfriend. He knew he was gonna get into a massive scandal but God damn it he didn't know that Ronnie motherfucking Radke would start the whole shitfuck of a mess that whatever this situation is, or so Radke claims.
And bro sure didn't know that Frank Anthony Iero Jr. was gonna chime in to call his ass broke.
He sighed. No bitches, no Ieros, and no band members. Damn it, he was the Ryan! Dallon should be the Brendon in this situation! Which he was except he was actually a tasteless person that's yet to be cancelled but I digress...
I'M A LEADING MAFrank Anthony Iero, Jr. (A/N: sorry guys I had Frank's full name in my clipboard instead of the em dash ahahahaha I want to die.)
He then dramatically sat down and put his head low, putting his hands on top of his head and cursing himself out or the world or whatever idk today's novel writing is dogshit and I haven't read a single good novel published these days to the point that AO3 writing manages to outdo published """professionals""" but I digress.
I'M A LEADING MA—
And that's when he felt it.
The warm touch of someone on his shoulder, it rekindled something in him. It brought him up from where he was from, and made his hopes high. He look to his side...to see a fucking mouse connected to a MacBook Pro. That shit wasn't connected via cable by the way because Apple sucks ass and their new shit does too just thought you'd know.
"Ryan, my love... I know we can sell out..."
He then smacked that bitch across the top half of it which made it go fucking flying across the room and anime landed onto a wall. It dramatically coughed.
"FINE. FINE. MOTHERFUCKER FINE. RYAN, YOU STUPID SHIT CRIMINAL ASS, I KNOW WE CAN SELL OUT YOU ASSHOLE." It gently reassessed. "ok" Ryan thoughtfully said.
He then booted up his gaming computer and opened Twitter.com.
"Hello Twitter family ! I have a special promotion going on ! I have 1 MacBook Pro's on sale for $600 each ! On top of that I will be signing every MacBoook that is sold , also free shipping is included ! All proceeds will be going to charity ! My DMs are opened !"
And...posted.
He then thought for a bit, and remembered the wise words.
He clicked on re-tweet.
"I know we can sellout guys"
