My Favorite Coincidence || Frank Iero x Reader

unsuspected Visit

Franks POV: YAYYYYY 

      Ever since I've been diagnosed, I've sat in this goddamn room, no going home, no taking walks, just sitting watching this stupid Tv with only 3 channels on it. 9 more days till my birthday, and my family still hasn't visited me for weeks. I get it though because both of my parents have to go away on business to support my Hospital bills along with whatever other shit they pay for. Moral of the story, Its hell. It's hell just sitting here every damn day with no one to talk to. So boring that my dreams are probably the most entertaining thing in my life. Like last night I had a dream I was floating around in space, no spacesuit, nothing, just my hospital gown. And a star was talking to me, it said, ¨you will meet someone who will become very important to you, just make sure to not give up on yourself.¨ Is this star saying Im gonna fucking die? It's hard not giving up on yourself in a place like this. 

      Hours passed, and I looked a my clock, 3:58. ¨wonder if anyone gonna visit me...... mom....daad....¨ I said to myself in a sarcastic sing-songy way. yet another couple minutes went by as I was just planning on going to sleep at this point. That was until I heard a knock on my door, assuming it was my doctor I just told them to come in. They took longer than I expected so I had just assumed it was an obnoxious little kid playing ding dong ditch to other patients while their parents visited their dying grandparent or something. That was until it finally opened. It was slow, I thought the Grim Reaper was opening the door to finally come get me, ya know like what you see in the Horror movies. 

    When the door finally opened, there was a girl. Her face was covered in regret but also shock when she saw me. Maybe she was expecting to see someone else and she had just walked into the wrong room. she soon told me how she ended up here and after not long of her explaining to me that my mom wasn't the reason why she was here we actually had a cool conversation. 

¨so what's your name?¨ I asked

¨y/n, nothing too extravagant ya know?¨ she replied with a slight smirk on her face.

¨extravagant? you're one of those people huh?¨ I asked, obviously joking but I sensed that she didn't see it in that way.

¨One of those people? is using big words and having a decent vocabulary not in style anymore?¨ She asked in a slightly sarcastic tone. which made me chuckle a little bit, thank god, I can tolerate people not understanding my jokes but if they don't know how to joke around it's pretty hard to have a conversation with them without feeling like I'm talking to a damn wall. So I'm glad she's a bit funny. 

¨ Anyway, Im guessing I don't really have to ask since Your name is the reason why I'm here in the first place.¨ she smiled. I have got to admit, she's pretty cute, I guess I just didn't notice until she smiled. It kinda enhanced her beauty. 

¨Heh, Yeah.  What do you do in your free time?¨ I asked her because if visiting people daily in the hospital Is her cup of tea, I don't know if I can hang with this chick, especially when I get the hell out of here. That is if I DO get out of here.

a smile grew on her face as she said, ¨Oh! I really love listening to music. I have a band called The Florists! We are a punk band, though the name doesn't really sound that punk.¨ She seemed really excited to be talking about it. she was practically jumping out of her seat with joy. 

¨well you seem to be really passionate about that, you're bouncing up and down in your seat in pure bliss.¨ I said smiling at her excitement.

She smiled, ¨Sorry, I get excited when people ask me about what I like. I'm really passionate about music, especially punk music.¨

¨well that might just be something you and me have in common.¨ I am also in a band called My Chemical Romance with my friends. I play the guitar.¨ I smiled.

¨Did your cancer get in the way of that? do you still get to perform with them?¨ she asked, a slight hint of sadness in her tone, but not pity.

I looked down at my fidgeting fingers, ¨Nah, I'm completely bedridden. They do visit me often, I told them for our next visit to bring me my guitar so that even though I'm stuck here, I can still make riffs and still contribute to our band... But enough with this sad shit,¨ I said wiping a tear from my eye, ¨what do you do in your band, you sing? play something?¨

¨I play the keytar!¨ she said proudly, I was shocked, I never met anyone who played that before.

¨ That's... Sick!! I would love to hear ya play sometime. maybe teach me how to play something.¨ I smiled at her, and she smiled back... she looked up at the clock that was right across my bed.

¨Oh my god! it's almost 5?? My parents are gonna fucking kill me! I'm supposed to go straight home after school!¨ she groaned as she got up. ¨I'm sorry I have to leave!¨ she said as she leaned over my bed and hugged me. It shocked me, but it felt good, I hadn't gotten a hug from anyone in a while. 

¨Bye.¨ I said as I watched her walk out of the door, I couldn't help but say it in a melancholy tone. I doubt she would come back and talk to me again, she had a life, and my life is just gonna be this stupid ass room until I get better and I can get out.  As she walked out my doctor came in. He gave me a confused look but also smiled at me.

¨You haven't had a visitor in a while! is that a friend I haven't met yet or something?¨ he asked. My doctor, Miles is one of the only people who makes me laugh every day when my parents can't. He makes this place somewhat liveable.

¨Nah, it's a long story.¨ I laughed softly to myself, after a long while of explaining what the heck just happened I said, ¨I doubt she will come back and visit again.¨ I said in a depressing tone.