The world is just grey, no, that's wrong, my world is just grey. Nothing happens, all I am is a miserable pre-teen called Frank with a tad too much eyeliner on. Not just a tad, I'm a fucking raccoon. Oh stop laughing, a dude can look pretty.
My boots are black and worn down, and my shirt is torn from my last beating. Damn the people in school hate me, and to be honest, I can't blame them. I can't even be bothered with my appearance anymore, what's the point? I'm going to get slaughtered regardless. Okay, that statement of 'slaughtered' kinda makes me shudder. but you get the gyst.
I look up from this evergrey floor to see a quite overpowering splash of red in the distance, at the first sight of this blood like magnifique attracted me towards it. I later found out that colour was clung onto what supposedly looks like 2005 all over again in one haircut. And that haircut, was attached to- oh hot damn it was attached to something nice! A tall, quite well built figure, they looked almost majestic, leaving me in a state of confusion of how someone can create such a being. Covered in what seemed quite genuine black leather jacket, rather skin tight jeans (and not in a creepy way) perfectly covers his crotch in the most beautiful way possible. The jacket seems quite oversized which I deemed, quite cute. Wait wait what am I doing? I'm supposed to be straight. What the fuck is happening to me? "He's getting closer to me, fuck, fuck, shit, shit, he's too cute don't embarrass yourself" I mutter to myself as the proximity of my nervous wreck of a body and his beautiful aesthetic shrinks. And as those mutters end, the worst could've happened.
-I've fallen
-Fuck
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Trips & Stones
FanfictionTake a look through a short but sweet teen of the name Frank Iero and the moment he takes a great fall. Which may, have changed his life forever...
